Seraphina stalked the creature into the crowded street. He moved with a barely perceptible inhuman grace. He hid it well, his monstrosity. But she knew him for what he was.

She followed him stealthily, staying far enough behind so as not to arouse his attention and locking her mind so he would not pick up her thoughts. That was a trick she had recently learned. The bastards could read minds. She was learning to control her mind, but sometimes things still slipped out.

She followed him through the town as he went into this shop and that. He talked to people here and there. Her rage seethed as he stopped to talk to a woman selling dried herbs. Her mother would be about that age.

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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