#venecslava

“Heh! Pun. Nice. C’mon! I’ll show you.” She turned, gesturing casually over her shoulder for him to follow. “I don’t get a lot of other vampires around here,” she said, stepping into a fancy and yet mis-match seating area. The curtains gave a sense of an elegant parlor while the furniture seemed to be of any fabric and any style, like someone had raided multiple thrift store of its comfiest couches and chairs. A few humans were lying around, reading, on a laptop, drawing. They took no notice of the vampires except for looking for a brief moment.

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She took her knife out of yet another silenced corpse. Her face pulled in a snarl, Venecslava flicked the blade towards the grass, letting that dark ichor fall on the plants. She had no time to clean the steel, as she could hear yet another coming through the woods at her. It seemed no matter how many she killed, there was always another... The work was never done. And with a snarl, she turned and dashed between the trees, pinning the other creature to a trunk. She was more than ready to stab this one’s skull just like the others.

But... then she paused. The scent of death was on this one, but he was still alive. It seemed to be a man, much taller than her, but only human. He wasn’t one of hers either. Some newcomer. Some stranger in the dark woods, clearly prepared for some kind of assault. Why that wasn’t suspicious at all...