![]() I’m sorry…” he said as he cradled her slender form close into his body.Įven though her creamy face was losing its natural blush at an alarming rate, she gave him a small smile. Pink froth bubbled from her mouth, telling him that at least one of the bullets had penetrated a lung. He had enjoyed the smell before-it had thrilled him even to the point where, though vampirism was a stretch, his ruthless actions had spawned the far-fetched legend of Dracula-but that had been many years ago…. And right now, the stinging copper smell was permeating everything, so thick that he almost couldn’t breathe. When a person has seen as much death as he had, especially from violent means, they can smell it in the air. Cain knew this as surely as he knew anything. Soon the glimmer of her essence would be gone. ![]() ![]() ![]() And it was all his fault….Ĭain looked into the beautiful dying woman’s lavender eyes, usually so bright and childlike, which were now becoming dimmer with every moment. ![]() He should be used to it after all these years, thousands of years worth equaling oceans of the sticky fluid from all of the battles he’d fought in all that time. They looked so much like they had the first time he’d taken a life that, for a moment, it took his breath away. You are sorely missed by all who knew you.Ĭain looked down at his crimson saturated hands. ![]()
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