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    While accepting slashing made nice strips of red, she thought the pokes and gouges were much more satisfying.  She ignored no limb or appendage and was happiest when she saw tears mixing with the blood she’d drawn on his face.
    Pausing, she took a breath and looked down.  She saw nothing but his blood on her t-shirt and tried to push the sea of bile back down.  She wanted no part of him touching her, it made her sick.  Gagging and gasping for clean air at the same time, Ella quickly stripped down until she wore nothing.  Once free of any trace of him, she told him why she was going to kill him, and why she would feel no remorse or regret.
    “You are the worst lump of life, but because you have small resemblance to humans, I’ll tell you why I want you to die,” she started off quietly.  “My niece was one of your victims and she couldn’t bear to draw another breath after what you’d done to her.”  Walking toward him, she stopped less than a foot from him.
    “She kissed her parents goodnight, went up to her room, and hung herself.  She was fourteen, a child!”  She screamed and cut him.  “You destroyed her with your vile games.  You piece of worthless filth.”
    Fiercely she ran the sharp tip across his body and drew more blood.  “I started working at the pub to see if it was true.  If you were you the one who preyed on young girls’ interests in a character from a book and pretended to be a vampire in order to violate and ruin them.”
    Anger blinded her as she worked furiously to rip his flesh to shreds, but he was still alive, breathing and looking at her with eyes filled with pain.  It wasn’t enough, and she pressed the claw tip against his carotid artery to finally kill him, but her hand slipped down his chest before she could take the final cut.
    Sweating and crying, and physically spent, she tried again to take that last strike and failed.  She was so angry that she couldn’t follow through, somehow she’d become weak and unable to finish.  Only then, when she had nothing more to give, did Sean step forward.
    Muscular arms that felt able to crush her in a heartbeat gently wrapped around her and held her close to his hard body.  It was odd, but she felt his strength easing into her body through his presence and words.
    “Together.  We’ll kill him together,” he whispered in her ear.  Sean lifted his left arm while holding her wrist and rested the claw tip where she’d left surface scratches.  “Tell me when and we’ll do this as one.”
    He held her hand firm and steady, ready to help her take the final stroke.  There was no regret or second thoughts.  She took a deep breath, looked at Josh hanging there covered in blood, and she was ready to finish it.
    “Now!”  She shouted and felt his muscles tighten as he pushed her finger into the man’s throat and dragged it through the artery.  Ella saw a flash of red spraying from his neck before Sean’s hand moved up to cover her eyes.  Why hadn’t she thought of wearing protection?  Leaning her head back against his chest, she waited until his hand fell away.
    There was no need for her to see the violent spray of blood, not anymore.  She was done thinking about the thing hanging in front of them, her thoughts had already moved on to the hunk that’d helped her with the final slash.
    Turning around to face him, she was ready to thank him and ask that he take her, but she couldn’t say a word.
    His face was covered in blood and she assumed hers was as well, but that wasn’t what robbed her of words.  Sean’s mouth was open enough to expose unbelievably sharp canines that looked like they could shred her flesh from its bones.  Stunned speechless, she looked down at the palm of her right hand he’d kissed earlier and the cut no longer oozed blood.
    He’s a vampire?
    Gazing up at his face, cold blank features greeted her, but the eyes spoke enough of what he was feeling—lust.  Neither the teeth nor the