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I saw a monster. A cold-blooded killer.

Ashabi said in tears and jumping up and down. “Dying ke?” she asked her and the young girl nodded. “She is bleeding.” She explained and the woman looked at her with surprise. “Bleeding…? Where is she?” She said to her and ran toward the house. With Ashabi following closely, Shade was lying on the floor lifeless and there were so much blood on the floor. “Why is there so much blood?” she asked. “I don’t know ma.” She replied. “Oya… hospital. Go and call Boda Segun, we will use his bike.” The woman said to Ashabi and she ran out again.

I stared wide-eyed as it took hold of my arm, squeezing tightly until I could feel the coldness of its fingers piercing my bones. "YOUR BLOOD IS MINE!" it roared. "I WILL TAKE EVERY OUNCE OF YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC! YOU ARE MY KEY TO THEM! ONCE I HAVE YOU, THEY WILL ALL FALL. I WILL END THEM ALL!" It's deep voice raved, pricking at every cell of my body, turning it into stone so I could not escape. I could not fight back.... it had me.... it had me choking on all of my fear.

Kat’s blood ran cold. .

I frowned and tried my best to release one. “I really want to but I am not able to cry. Is there something wrong in me?” I asked them. “We don’t know. Why are you looking at us blankly?” Nikki asked frowning. I didn’t reply but I turned around to see that the Moon is still red. It felt like I can’t look at it anymore and then I saw light coming from the Aman’s room. I immediately closed the blinds and said “These are not to be opened at all.” “Pia! Talk to us.” Nikki said stopping me from going near the bed.

Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me be I sat beside him Amidst the hubbub As he gasped for breath He touched my face Searching with the fingers He got to my neck And took me unawares Strangling with all his strength I was terrified Gasping for breath And trying to wrestle him I bit his hand very hard But he wouldn’t let me be My breath was feint My strength was fading My hands searched the ground I found a sharp object Which I thrusted towards his heart Puncturing his movement He fell slowly Releasing his grip from

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

Lily-of-the-valley scent released automatically from deep within her gland, a golden mist seeping from her soles into the ice fissures, meeting the glacial meltwater in the frozen soil beneath the surface. She chose not to resist head-on. A pregnant Omega going blow for blow with the Ice Wolf Queen? She could never outlast the tens of thousands of years of accumulated permafrost. But she didn't have to outlast it. The laundry had taught her one thing. Blood that won't wash out can't be cleaned with hot water. Use cold. Seep in from the edges. Work it out, bit by bit. Hot water denatures protein. Blood, once it meets heat, sets forever. Cold water doesn't change the blood's molecular structur

The hollow floor was slick with blood. Wolves lay broken in the moss, their howls stilled. The torches the witches had carried sputtered in the damp, smoke curling toward the cracked ceiling. Selene stood at the center, chest heaving, sweat streaking her temple, her hands glowing faintly gold and silver.

With Bobby cornered against the cinder block dormitory walls, Cybill leaped across the bed, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Bobby tried to cry out for help, but was too weak from the blood loss. The cat and mouse game had whipped Cybill into a frenzy that she was unable to come down from. She devoured Bobby, tearing him limb from limb until she extracted every last drop of blood from his corpse. When she was done, the only thing that remained of her date were tiny shriveled shreds of a life that was once known as Bobby Welburg. Cybill gathered up the pieces, taking them to the dump to be unceremoniously disposed of. Her cold heart felt no remorse, for her mission now was singular. Blood