Bloodlust

"He is alive!"

Hannah's eyes widened in not only shock but horror as well. 

"A-alive? What do you mean by alive? And who? Don't tell me you are talking about Max? Are you?"

She questioned, kneading Lucien's shoulder. Urging him to answer the question. 

Lucien didn't answer but looked at her with an expression which she was quite familiar with. 

She had seen him make this expression countless times, and she knew very well what this represented. 

It was an expression of quoting something Obvious but with a serious and undeniable tone. 

She couldn't believe what was happening. 

Alive? He is alive? Max is alive? Their child? Her beloved son is alive? Where is he? How is he?

Countless thoughts filled her mind. But that was soon replaced with inextinguishable anger. 

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE IS ALIVE? WHERE IS HE NOW? WHAT'S HE DOING?" She shouted. Shouted with a voice louder than she had ever let out in her life.