[Madrid, Spain. A long time ago]
She ran to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. She hoped he'd be to drunk to notice. . .
". . .what the Hell is this!" yelled a deep voice from the door.
He was home.
"Carlos, you're home!" said Natalia in a faked cheerful voice.
"Damn straight I'm home! What the hell's been going on? I've told you a million times. . ." Carlos yelled as he staggered into the kitchen and fell over. Natalia rushed over to help him up, but as he rose he grabbed her scarred forearm with his powerful hand, and began beating her with his massive right arm.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT AGAIN!" screamed Carlos into her face.
"Please! Stop!" screamed his bleeding wife, as she tried to break free.
"NEVER AGAIN!" yelled the drunken Carlos as he picked up a knife from the counter and plunged it through Natalia's heart.
She fell against the cold stone floor of the kitchen, watching the warm lifeblood spill from her body and pool around her.
"Natalia? Natalia?" called a man's voice through the mist of memory.
Natalia Del Rio quickly snapped to attention and looked at Matt.
"Sorry, I just remembered something that happened a long, long time ago." she said, looking at him from across the table.
It had taken Natalia a long time to fall in love again. Matt had been so kind to her when he first met her. Of course for all he knew she was just a 25 year old woman from Spain who was living it up in Chicago. She thought back to the sword in her closet at home and held back a giggle. She looked around at the restaurant. It was a nice place, and Matt's favorite. She looked at him from across the table and brushed her glossy black hair from her wide brown eyes. Then it happened. Natalia felt a buzz at the base of her skull. It was a sound without sound. Natalia looked around quickly, because she knew what this meant. Glancing back and forth her eyes finally settled on the door. . .
Reginald Von Leonas was not a nice person. In fact he was a cruel, sadistic, and mean spirited bastard. He had this habit of finding Immortals he thought defenseless, and killing everything they loved. As stated before, Reginald Von Leonas was not a nice person. So it should come to you by no surprise that he was concealing a revolver beneath his black suit.
Natalia's first instinct was to run, but she knew that she wouldn't get far, not in this dress anyways. She had no time to react when Reginald pulled out the revolver and shot Matt through the heart. Matt fell to the ground bleeding on the floor, the way she had all those years ago. Natalia bent over him and cried.
[Seacouver, Washington, USA. 1997 ce]
Natalia sprung out of bed sweating. She quickly grabbed her sword. It was that dream again. Why wouldn't her past leave her alone.
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[Chicago, Illinois, USA. 1927 ce]
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