My eyes locked onto my prey. I was perched on the roof of a steeple, my sword at my side. I licked my lips. Oh how I loved the thrill of the chase. I felt my eyes flash purple in their menacing way. I stepped off the roof, landing nimbly and lightly in front of a woman with curly blonde hair.
"Hello Claire." I said. She shrieked and took a step back. She was about 5'9 and built like an گھنٹہ glass. Her facial features were distorted سے طرف کی all her makeup and she wore a شرٹ, قمیض that showed off her cleavege. "Who the fuck are you?!" she shrieked, turning and running. I sighed. Always the hard way.
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