What More Do You Want From Me?

Eulalia lowered her head and bit down hard on Percival's wrist, tearing at his flesh with her sharp teeth. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't let go.

Percival's brow twitched in pain, but he refused to release her. He held Eulalia tightly and said to the cop behind him, "Get someone to take the body away and deal with it."

"How should we handle it?" The cop asked.

Indeed, how? Percival twisted his wrist, pinning Eulalia's jaw and staring at her blood-stained teeth. His eyes were cold as he asked, "Eulalia, how should we handle this? Bury it somewhere? Or send it to the crematorium?"

Eulalia couldn't speak, her mouth filled with sobs and moans of pain. The taste of blood was so strong she couldn't tell if it was Percival's or her own.

"If you won't speak, then we'll send it to the crematorium."

The cop called for assistance on his radio, preparing to remove the body from the scene. It was best to follow Percival's suggestion and have it cremated.

"No..." Eulalia's voic