Holding Out For A Hero

Malayia looked at Delilah, a moment, then away, and yawned slightly. It would be fun to see her band one day, it was forever since she last saw them, she remembered when they helped her escape, until they nearly got killed, then they stopped, though, prayed that she would survive. They had heard she died, but when they heard she was back, they were happy, and hopefully, she could drag them over her so she could tell them her story.

"How strange...but no matter. At least you came back."

"Yeah, at least I came back." She said, looking at the floor, narrowing her gaze a moment, before looking up again and smiling.

Mala watched as the girl started playing a acoustic guitar. Mala loved guitars which is way she plays one, in the band she sings and plays electric guitar. Lazarus plays a guitar also, he was quite fun.

"You are glad to be alive...aren't you? Because you sounded a bit unsure or something,"

She looked away a moment, biting her lip. "Yeah, I'm glad... just... sort of hard to go about when you know your old boyfriend is with someone else." She said, shrugging. Yeah, she was a bit jealous, though, not really anymore, just a little sad. Some could say she had her revenge, nearly killing Contessa, though, Mala was in a rage then. Some could say a werewolf rage.