Arh....You are here.

Nijah tilted her head and stared at the lump of body before her feet with a slight smirk on her face. The famous Canadian serial killer, the one who killed his lovers, cut them into pieces and courier them all over Canada, was now lying on the cold cellar floor, with his neck broken, and grasping for air. He could no longer talked, nor made any coherent sound. The only sound that was distinguishable in the quiet cellar was the rattling noise from the deep of his throat.His eyes, bulged and bloodshot and filled with fear, were looking at her, bagging for her to spare him, begging for his life. His body was naked and had cross marks all over, as if it had been tied in the fishnet and sliced it with knife.

The vampire clicked her tongue wickedly. She pulled out the small tin box from the pocket of her indoor cloak and opened it. In the small case, there neatly lined a role of slim paper cigarette. She took one out and lit it, watching the small flicker of light drifted in the dim room.

“Now….what shall I do with you?” She let the wafer of smoke emitted from her nose and glared down at him: “I admit I had grown tired of trying those torturing things on you, so had the Marquis, the dear lordship of this household. I suppose….it is time to show you mercy, non?”

The man’s eyes widened even further. The rattling sound from his throat became louder and more rapid. Nijah could read from his mind that he was trying to move, but as his neck was snapped, it was utterly pointless to even try. 

“What’s the matter, cheri?” She knelled down and smirked wickedly at him: “Haven’t you used to this already, all those loved ones you had smiled sweetly at them before ended their lives? What went through their mind as their life slowly slipped away in the palm of your hands? Tsk-tsk, do not tell me now the tables are turn and it is no longer entertaining all of the sudden?”

The vampire laughed, before gently snaked her hand under his neck and lifted him up closer to her. Cradling him in her arms, she purred seductively at him before covered his lips with hers, despite his higher and higher rattling noise. Her fangs were out within seconds and cut through his lips as her tongue trespassed his mouth and played with his. Blood gushed out of his mouth as she began to drink, and slowly trickled down the column of his throat and onto his chest. The sound from his throat gradually grew weaker, before finally stopped to a faint breath when she finally pulled away and released him, letting him slumped back to the cold concrete floor.

“What goes around comes around, non?” She stood up, wiping the blood smears from her mouth and straightened her cloak: “Bonne nuit, cheri.”