cheeks, raw sound, no longer intelligible screams, pouring
forth.
“Why,” he gasped, when he could, “why?” When at last he
could speak again. “If you already know everything that I
could possibly tell you, then why not just kill me?” She
had known nothing, only claiming to know, and he had,
falling completely for her ruse, assured her that the
information she needed was available. His mistake, had
only encouraged her to continue.
“Perhaps,” she said, with a hard, menacing tone of voice,
“I was simply in need of an evening’s entertainment.” And
then, she laughed flippantly. She turned to him again, this
time leaving the poker behind. She bared her fangs and
ripped open the side of his neck, blood spurting onto her
lips and into her mouth. His screams filled the room. She
bit him again, tearing out his vocal cords, and enforcing
his silence. Her nails stretched forth and she buried them
deeply into his chest, pulling him forward, forcing him to
look into her eyes. He struggled against her but could feel
his strength fading, as he complied.
He could sense her presence as she probed within his
mind, seeking out the pieces of information he had told
her were hiding there. She found the location of the
Baron’s keep and Napier felt a sharp searing pain as the
information, and all its details, were torn from his memory.
She tracked down all the other pieces of information she
would need to wage her attack, and each was harvested,
leaving Napier jibbering in madness upon the task’s
completion. She bent to his jugular and completed his
destruction. As she drank, she became aware of the large
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