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Khael was on the human man before he could react. She held on tightly to one of his wrists, careful not to put enough pressure to break it, but enough that it hurt very bad. She placed a finger on his lips before he could speak and stared into his eyes.
"You will be quiet, human," she whispered. "You should be glad to be able to give life to those who are above you."
He nodded a fraction, his eyes wide. He couldn't have been older than mid twenties. So much life ahead of him, still. She cocked her head and smiled, this time revealing her fangs. When the man started to panic, she squeezed his wrist almost to breaking point.
"What's your name, boy?" asked Khael.
"M-marcus," he said, his voice raw with fear and pain.
Without warning she sank her teeth into his neck and felt as his body stiffen before going limp. Her eyes turned bright crimson as she drank. After she was done, she dropped the body on the sidewalk and walked away. After all, no one would know it was her. Just that someone had done it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.