Stunned by the question and taken aback by the innocent smile shown by her sister, Arabella stopped on her heels and pulled her hands away from Ariel. She took a step back in the staircase and stared down at the darkness that spread behind Ariel's back which loomed like a deadly abyss.
"Are you... joking?" Bella asked but her tone had turned strained. The shift in the air became cold, ice cold, as an impending grim fastened her heartbeat. "What do you mean by that? You are asking whether one day I woke up from my sleep and feel an intense hatred toward vampire, just like that?"
Ariel who stared back at her seemed confused by the shock that took place over her face. She smiled softly, as though she hadn't said anything that was out of her usual character, "It's rooted in us to hate vampires. But you seem to have always forgotten that rightful belief.:
