"Je suis..." He said huskily around his teeth, his voice seeming to carress her.
The girl started to back away, and let out a frightened yelp when her back met the wall behind her.
He laughed and swooped down to put his lips to her neck. Her life blood filling his mouth, trickling down his throut. He relished this. Oh, the hunt was fun, but the actual kill? Nothing could compare to that. Nothing.
The girl's breath slowly faded as she died in his arms. He felt a momentary guilt at what he had done, but she probably would have died in the gutter a far worse death than what he had offered to her. The whores of Paris would never have an easy life, no matter which way it was looked at.
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Her little girl was becoming more like the Powerful one she would be every day. Maret Damiquez looked down at her daughter with all the love she would offer to her, and set her on the doorstep of her distant cousin, Erena. Erena had been her childhood mate, she would take care of her babe.
Maret looked down at the blood staining the front of her dress from the wound and swiftly backed away from the white painted door. "Have love, Asia."
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