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She crawled on the ground,

Cut and bruised and throbbing with pain,

Now curled up beside a pool of blood

Her wings spread out to cover her naked body.

Shivering from the fear she tried to move,

Trying to find a place to hide in.



She knew he was coming, so she tried to get up,

Her naked quivering body unable to move from the pain,

She finally caught her breath and fell unconscious,

With him now hovering over her,

Holding the sword in his hand.





He dropped the sword and knelt down beside her,

Touching her soft skin against the palm of his hand,

He grabbed her head and pulled her neck towards him,

Beginning to suck the life out of her unconscious body.

Biting and sucking the blood from her naked soul,

He sucked until there was nothing left, but a twitching almost child like female at his presence.





Licking the blood from his fangs he picked up the body and added it to his collection,

Nailing her to the wall with the sword he used to cut her with.

She was his.