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Emily stared at the floor as Tyrone spoke "I appriciate your patience Emily.. I know you're hungry." She tilted her head up to gaze at him as he leaned forward so close to her face that she could feel his cold breath on her lips and she could see deep into his ruby red eyes. Emily could feel the raw sexual tension building up inside her as Tyrone carefully moved his icy lips to her neck. What was he doing to her? Emily closed her eyes softly as she felt him trace his lips up to her ear before he whispered "I know what you really want Emily... I can feel it pulsing from you..." How could he know what she truly wanted? It had always been fun and games between them there had never been a trace of seriousness from him even once. Emily was just opening her mouth to say something when Tyrone got to his feet and started to walk briskly out of the room "But I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until we return... Perhaps then we will have the time... And I can make... use of you" he said over his shoulder as he left the room "Meet in the lobby... don't be long Emily." he called back once before his footsteps and voices started to fade away.
Emily sighed she was always just going to be a 'use' to him there was no changing that, she slumped her shoulders and started to glare at the floor again. She was so ready to hunt, all she could think about was quenching her thirst with delicious, pumping streams of blood. Momentarily her thoughts were interrupted by the thought of using Tyrone to quench a different kind of thirst but she pushed it aside. It was time to hunt. Emily sprang up off the desk and started to descend the cold stone steps of the tower and travel through the dreary corridors until she reached the lobby. The others had better be ready soon.