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The sun was setting causing the temperature of the air to subtly drop with each passing minute. Mara, in her dazed and half-satisfied state, had gazed up at the shifting sky, and watched as the sun gave its final breaths of life for the day. Then the girl felt arms around her and was brought into a more than firm embrace. It was then that the realization was made. The boy whom was holding her and had fulfilled her body's dark desires was either Exalted or Damned. Mara could not help but to smile faintly ...

... either she was going to have a long night or far too much fun.

"Surely you noticed by now."

Mara's body began to tremble yet it was difficult to tell what may have been the reason. Whatever it was, it ended in a dark, seductive, and low laugh. She then cooed and placed her chilled hands gently on Zeke's throat, the tips of her fingers threading into his hair and her thumbs lightly caressing his cheeks. Mara pressed her temple to his and whispered into his ear,"Of course I have. You do know this means that I am either going to kill you—" a maniacal grin flashed onto her lips,"—or kill with you. Either way, if you try to stop me ... " An other amused laugh came from the girl.

"You're dead," Mara trilled out with a purr attached to the end, gliding her smooth cheek against Zeke's and massaging the nape of his neck with those fingers. Eyes still closed, the girl made her traverse along the boy's face with her own and turned so that lips barely touched upon lips for another whisper," Stay out of my way and you can live ... Zeke." Slight pressure was applied and a temptresses kiss was pressed against the boy's lips ever so softly as Mara opened eyes—eyes of shimmering silver, illuminated by the last dregs of failing light and that of the coming stars—which fell onto Zeke's.

Mara's gaze then shifted over towards the gathering crowd which was not far from the pair, sensing more of them. Vampires. Angels. Whichever they may be. She wasn't interested in that however. They could wait. What she was watching were the soon to be corpses, who were now parting in order for those whom had more ... prominent auras to flee. Those silver orbs narrowed ever so slightly. Why were they attempting to get away unless ... Angels? Vampires would have not thought twice about slaughtering the gathering.

A smirk uplifted the corner of her lip.

Her tongue lashed out to run across a parched bottom lip slowly while Mara began to conduct the orchestra of terrified screams and horrified cries from those pitiful, pathetic, disgusting, and foul humans. It was difficult to believe that her life started out as such but now Mara had become something much better. A predator of the weak.

Sliding her hands casually down Zeke's chest, Mara looked into his eyes again with the full weight of her intention to kill shining in her eyes. There was a great push of exceptional strength which all vampires held and she was able to break from his grasp from her. And then Mara was gone ...

She dashed over towards the gathering of mortals while a dangerous and metallic wink glimmered from the tips of her fingers in the newly settled night. It was a young boy holding his mother's hand whom was reached first. A quick hand was brought around to the child's face and Mara laughed in that malicious and nefarious fashion while the silver claws sank into flesh, creating rivers of steaming crimson to run down his cheeks. The mother screamed. The opening strings. The boy wailed. The shrilling brass. The crowd gasping and crying out in terror. The accompanying bass. Feet scattering and fleeing in a mob. The heart of percussion.

Fingers wrapped around the boy's throat by Mara's free hand and she lifted him easily up into the air, leaving the mother to fall back onto her backside and merely witness the unholy act against her child.

"Deus meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutas promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris. Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum. Amen."

O My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.

Mara whispered the prayer with sarcasm dripping like poison from her lips and that manic laughter bubbling back up into her throat.

And then with one swift moment the boy's face was entirely ripped off.