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The blood slides down your skin like tears...Flowers of purest red bloom upon your flesh...
Colors mix and mingle in a silent chorus of pain...Oh...((Maybe.
xd ))
Sangre's father raised an eyebrow as he gazed down at his daughter.
"What's this?" He quipped. "
Protecting vampires now, are you? Well, well, well..."
The hooked handle of his battle axe suddenly caught Sangre from behind the neck, pulling her involuntarily closer to her father, so that their noses were nearly touching. Sangre swallowed as he gazed at her, his eyes icy. "My, my... my daughter... I have much to reteach you."
Sangre drew in a shaking breath. She knew what he meant.
But there wasn't any other way around it.
"Yes..." she breathed, closing her eyes. "I know." Her gaze flickered to Kevin. "Just let him go. Please."
Sangre's father smiled chillingly at her.
"Why should I?" He asked her, making her heart skip a beat. "Why should I let him go when I have what I want?"
Her eyes widened.
No-!Suddenly one of his arms was around her waist, picking her neatly up off the ground and pushing her back into a powerful chest, the hooked end of the battle axe suddenly teasing the flesh of her bare throat.
"No!" She cried, her arms pinned by his massive arm. She - though well-built, was still tiny compared to the leader of her pack. At least for now. "No! Stop! Onni-sai! You don't have to! Don't do it-!"
His voice was firm, unrelenting to the wolf beside him.
"Kill him."
Sangre closed her eyes - scrunched them shut, praying for some sort of miracle.
"STOP-!"
The wolf lashed out.
Only in death can you be so beautiful...-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-
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