Shaking herself free of these distractions, she threw the doors open and floated noiselessly toward her victim. He neither cowered nor cursed nor begged as she drew near. His body, shriveled up like a skeleton, shivered a little, but his eyes, his still living eyes, watched her with a hunter’s keen glare. She stared down at him as he lay in the stony bed. His shrunken skin was colorless and white save for the pair of bright puncture marks on his neck where she buried her fangs night after night. She licked her lips and bent over his helpless form.
The Vampiress
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