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My sire reacted quickly, she was on us both in a heartbeat, holding me down, one hand on the poor man's throat to silence him. She laughed under her breath, "we left you too long, child."
It didn't have control over me that time, I fought to slow the inevitable as I bit the muscular arm and struck a large vessel. Hot blood filled my mouth, poured into me with all his vigour. I did not fight my sire, or the lust in my dead heart. I put my hand up to hold hers and she sighed, content. Happy that I wouldn't flee, she slid off me and set her own teeth into his throat.
We were eye to eye, drawing in synchrony until his pulse slowed. I was her progeny, her precious child, and he was only meat to us. His pleasure, his pain, meant nothing to me, nothing compared to this, an unholy answer to everything my heart desired. As I became satisfied, the beast was subdued. I watched Eleanor pull away and lick the wound, I did the same.
To cover our devilry she cut his throat from ear to ear and took his coin purse. Then we walked arm in arm down the moonlit beach, back to civilization.
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