Vampire Hunter School Thinger

Trowa twitched when she heard another voice, thinking Joaquin had sent something to watch over her, as he said he was going to do. She peered around the room, and finally noticed that the mirror had a stray reflection in it. Taking a step back, she furrowed her brows and remained silent, unsure of what to say.

"Well... erm... hello there.." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My name's Tre... Tre Hart. And who might you be?" He gave a faint smile. On the inside he was sure she wasn't there for a good reason. No one ever was. Thus, he couldn't help but frown immediately after, running a hand through his hair as he stared out at her from behind the glass.

"Trowa Hart..." She muttered in response, eying Tre suspiciously, she moved to the point of the room where she stood farthest from him, her green eyes fixated on the strange mirror.

"Oh? Then.. you must be one of my brother's children.." he murmered, to himself more than her. "Who might your father be, Miss Trowa?" Tre's voice was kind, a bit depressed sounding, though soft and somewhat sweet. It had been.. a while, since he'd spoken to his brothers. Hell, he'd been stuck in the damn house for God knows how long.

"... My father is Taebien..." Trowa softly responded, shrugging her shoulders a little, she looked at the sad image in the mirror and frowned softly.

"No way.." he murmered, then smiled some. "That's so neat.. I never thought Tae would have any kids.." He gave a nod. "You know, I'm Wolfe's twin.. well, was.. once." He frowned again, shoving his hands into his pockets. Aw.

(Off and on. @_@)

"Well, he has three kids... I'm the youngest..." Trowa murmured, tilting her head a little, "I never really heard of you before, and I only just meant Wolfe... But I guess since he didn't tell anyone about me, he didn't tell me about anyone," she said, giving a sad shrug.

(I have class at 6:30 in the morning... So yeah.

And A digimon I drew; https://2img.net/h/oi40.tinypic.com/33x905w.jpg)

"I see..." he murmered. "It's a pleasure to meet you then, niece." Tre gave another faint smile. "Ah.. that would make sense then, wouldn't it?" He exhaled, looking around the room for a few moments. "Mm, well, I'm assuming the only reason you've met anyone is because Joaquin's free? It's a shame... I was beginning to like the castle some without him here.." He shook his head.

(Ew. x_X

Awww!!! So cute!!! I love your style. c: )

Trowa nodded her head a little, eying the man whom claimed to be her uncle. She blinked, tilting her head some and gazing at the mirror. "Why are you in there?" She asked curiously, taking a cautious step closer as she did so.

(Yeah. Bed now, night love. <3

Aw, thanks. ^_^ - It only looks good because I didn't have to draw a face. >_<

And he was supposed to have a scythe but I gave him an umbrella instead.)

(... This fucker killed my fucking post because it glitched and now I am soooo pissed. D:< )

(GOD DAMN IT.)

"Because I'm easy to keep track of and hard to rescue..?" he said with a bit of a shrug. "He pulls me out whenever he needs me.. and I have no choice when he does.. I'm a prisoner here.." He shook his head some. "I don't even think my brothers know where I am... Hell, it's not like they could do anything to help me anyways.." He blinked for a moment then rose his eyes to her. He wanted to know about her, but he would let her ask questions first.

(Trowa should totally figure out how to set him free. o-o
Lol. xD)

(Good night. ^^

^___^ Aww, lol. xD

I like it with the umbrella. )

"Oh." Trowa whispered, not at all sure what was going on, she slowly moved to sit down on something to rest herself a little, though remained facing Tre. "I see." She murmured soon after, her green eyes fixating on his form.

(Mm, she should.)

"Mmhmm.." he murmered, then cleared his throat. "So why are you here?" He tilted his head some, his own eyes flickering as he stared out at her. It couldn't be good, since she was in Joaquin's posession.. it never was...

(^^)

"I don't know..." Trowa whispered, giving her shoulders a shrug, "No one tells me anything... My father just dragged me to some other castle... And... Well, I ended up outside and he took me..." She slowly pointed out, shrugging sadly.

"Aw.. I'm sorry." he pointed out, frowning. He opened his arms, making a hugging motion, even though he couldn't really do it. It was better than nothing, he supposed. "Well, you'll be rescued, I'm sure of it." He nodded, backing up his words with a faint smile.

Trowa gave a bit of a sad shrug, resting her head in her hands as she sighed, "I dunno..." She whispered. Could she depend on her father? She wasn't really sure. He was never really there when she needed him, so why would this time be any different?

Tre frowned again, then sighed some, leaning his head back a bit. It was as if he was staring up at the nonexistant ceiling of his prison. He wished he could do more to help her, but he could do nothing, not from the mirror. "Hmm.. well, we've got a lot of time.. anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Not really..." Trowa murmured shrugging some. She looked to her uncle, wondering what exactly she could talk about with the man trapped inside the mirror.

"Oh... Alrighty then." he said, exhaling and shutting his eyes for a few moments. He was trying to think of something to talk about as well. Hm.

Trowa gave an unhappy sigh, hanging her head and kicking at the floor, wondering if her father had even noticed that she was gone yet. She doubted it. He didn't really seem to want her around, after all. Maybe they were better of without her? All she did was get in the way, anyways. Fir a moment, her bottom lip quivered, and she sighed sadly.

(... If only she knew.@_@)

Tre frowned, reading her body language and shaking his head some. "You know, I'm sure they're thinking of plans as we speak." he assured her. "I know Taebien.." Well, he had.. "And he would never leave you in Joaquin's hands, NEVER."

"I don't know... He seemed kind of mad at me... And he never really spent anytime with me... Ever..." Trowa whispered, staring at her feet as she thought, "He probably doesn't even want me... That's why he always left..." She went on to mutter, pouting.

Tre furrowed his brows, offended that she'd say such a thing. "Did you ever consider the fact that in Tae's line of work he makes a countless number of enemies? He was likely never around often because he was trying to protect you..." He shook his head.Now wasn't the time for pouting. Sure, she was young and sensitive, but still, now, in this place, she needed to think straight and be strong.

Trowa frowned at Tre, just shaking her head for a moment before rising and moving to sit, instead, on her bed. She didn't bother to say anything else. She didn't know this person. Hell, she didn't even notice her own father. "I wish he would just kill me and get it over with... I know he's going to..." She softly whispered to herself, staring at her lap now.

Tre's frown deepened. "Spoken like person that doesn't care about life.." he muttered. "Even if what you said about Taebien was true- which I'm sure it isn't- why would you say that? Why would you want to die? You've still got your siblings and so much to look forward to in life. You're dragging yourself down over something so stupid..." He shook his head.

"I'd just be happier if I was dead... I wouldn't have to hurt anymore..." Trowa answered, shrugging her frail shoulders as she did so, she slowly lay herself down on her bed, swallowing a hard lump in her throat and exhaling deeply, "Some people just... Nevermind." She shook her head some and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You only think you'd be happier... Hurt is just part of life, and believe me, I'd rather be in a situation worse than yours then stuck in this damn mirror.." He shook his head harshly, looking almost angry for a moment. He then attempted to relax himself. "Some people just...?"

"Nothing," Trowa repeated, resting her head lightly on her pillow, she soon rolled so that her back was to Tre and allowed herself to cry silently. She wasn't used to things like this. She couldn't handle it well. Shaking a little, she curled up into a ball, continuing to wish that she would just die.

Tre shook his head softly once again, turning in his mirror, so that he was facing away from her. The male wished he had something more helpful to say, but he didn't, so he was stuck. He didn't feel the need to apologize to her just in case he was too harsh either. He only turned back to her as he sensed her tears. "It'll be ok..."

"No it wont..." Trowa responded, her voice soft as she rubbed at her eyes. She sniffled a little, shaking her head, "I don't know how it can turn out okay... He told me he'd kill me if I tried to leave, I'm in this castle, where I can't leave these few rooms or something will try to kill me... No one knows where I am, and I don't even know if anyone knows I am gone yet..."