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The drop was exhilarating, but it always was. The wind had a way of offering up a finite experience to those that knew no end to existence. Illeana covered the girls mouth as she her screams ruined the moment, the wind carrying her gently to the rushing river below. She hovered just above the water, her body screaming for release as her feet touched the icy water and her canines extended. She spoke not before ripping the girls throat out, the warmth of her offering coating Illeana's tongue and soothing her anguish that lay beyond the thick curve of her breasts. To never forgo a night of feeding due the monster that lay just beneath the silver coating of beautiful humanity left her angry and filled with an itch to dispose of this life. She finished the girl and dropped her, Illeana herself slipping down into the water to wash the blood from her face and chest as the river seemed to reach up and pull at her, a smile painting its way across her perfect mouth as her teeth retracted.

She moved with grace that belonged only to the realms of heaven, her dark clothes doing more to outline the curvature of her body than hide it, but she cared not. A demon might use any means necessary to lure their prey and she was not far from her hell-bound brethren. Soft drops of rain played along her exposed shoulders, the perfect shape showing strength and femininity in it's structure, most onlookers almost afraid of what they imagined her to be - their greatest fantasy or perhaps worse nightmare. For either way, a bleeding heart was insured to be found in the wake of her careless movements through human history. The rest of her coven was at a sequestered location, her father very particular about where each member of his household was allowed to go and when they could leave. Her disobeying him was a regular occurrence and for a moment in time it was the only breath of space where she truly lived.

She caught the scent of him on her tongue long before she saw him, her eyes remaining focused on the sky above as she moved through the water and walked onto the banks of the river, the rain trying in desperation to wash away a sin committed. She rolled her head languidly, the stretch natural for most as she let her head remained tilted to the right, her shoulder almost touching it. Her eyes were luminous as they always were once she fed, the bright sapphire stones that fit so perfectly against her skin locked onto his handsome face. Soft black hair rustled along his head as the wind ushered in more rain, the night perfect to disappear and yet here they stood - enemies since the relationship split amongst their people. Unlike her brethren she felt nothing toward the wolves in way of retribution. They should be free unto themselves, their own bloodline thick and rich with ancient history and dominion rights.

He moved close, much closer than she might have imagined him to do, his eyes dark to her as the light pressed against the front of her figure, showing in glorious detail the very etches of a long life lived on her beautiful face. The soft timbre of his voice gave her a clear understanding the he meant no harm and held no recent grudge. She knew not, nor truly cared of the conditions of his hear toward her kind beyond this moment, past or future. She took a few steps toward him, her gait almost seductive and yet she put no efforts in obtaining and displaying the gifts true to her nature. She left a healthy two feet between them, a smile touching her mouth as she let her ancient stare penetrate his youth.

"Do think that rain is simply the science of hot and cold, wolf? Or do you believe it is heaven weeping for what it has lost this day and if so, why not weep everyday for the way things have become?" She tilted her head to heaven, closing her eyes and letting the water drip along the curvature of her body, her mind lost to questions forever pondered and always in search for completion, but finding only a connecting inquiry that was to become a vicious cycle. "Why do you smell of fear?"

She tilted her head down and looked at him, her left cheek lifting just a bit as her perfect white teeth pressed against her blood red bottom lip. She breathed in deeply and groaned with airy disposition before a soft nefarious laugh left her. "I like it... You should afraid for I am to kill you or set you free. Either way - freedom will be gained, will it not?"

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