As their surroundings grew less crowded Seraphina took to the shadows. Shrouded in her cloak she continued to follow her prey, waiting for the right momesnt to strike.

As she followed, she watched him move, watched him interact with the people. He seemed almost happy. Wondering at herself, she silently shook her head. What was she thinking? Those monsters did not know joy, happiness. They knew only blood, death and pain. But her gaze kept drifting to his broad powerfull shoulders. Repulsed at her straying mind, she grasped the hilt of her sword and strode forward, putting her thoughts behind her. But still, in the back of her mind, a memory stirred.

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"Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy" ~Anaïs Nin


"The full moon is calling, the fever is high.
And the wicked wind whispers and moans.
You got your demons, you got desires
Well, I got a few of my own"
~The Eagles