choose your victim. those were her words, and oh boy, didn’t she mean every single letter of it. she had been observing; waiting for some kind of reaction, for some response. whether she’d accept the challenge or bore the vampire to bloody tears; to either entertain or be the entertainment. to see the chosen young girl and the actions that followed such made her brow raise, sophie-anne’s inner savage screaming do it! DO IT! DO IT!!
it was almost like she could feel the adrenaline running through her dead veins, plump lips parting to give space to her - now - visible fangs. eyes widened slightly and there was some kind of sparkle about them; the feeling of seeing life being slain right in front of her. some people would claim of drugs being better than sex, she’d disagree. death was better than sex. palms met each other in a loud clap, steps approaching fiona and she had a sophisticated, yet sick smile upon her face. ❛ my, my. i have seen some demonstrations of violence throughout the ages, and yet... you’re a natural, ma chérie. ❜
emeralds, for once, decided to glance at the unfortunate female once again; tongue meeting the tip of sharp fangs the moment she saw the blood. ❛ tell me... have you ever tasted it? ❜
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