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[LXIII]Running From The Scythe

Continuing Niall's POV:

"M-Meynard!" Lamia's voice chocked out. Her body started to fall towards the fire but I caught her in enough time. I gently lowered her to the floor. My eyes glanced into hers as I remembered... even if this woman is a bloodsucking monster... I still loved her. I grasped her hand as I yanked out the knife from her back. What have I done? I threw the knife away from us. 

"Lamia," I whispered gently. It was interrupted as the door came off its hinges. Meynard had kicked it down. He glared in at me as his arm started to morph. His skin reshaped into a strong blade of a scythe. It was horrifying to see once again. My teeth clenched. I'm not like vampires... if he chops my limbs off I will die. I have to be careful. He doesn't have emotions. He only knows to protect Lamia without hesitation.

"What have you done?" He asked. His eyes held confusion. Since Lamia told him once before he couldn't kill me. He was hesitating to make sure he woul

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