Snippet #1798975

Velcar was disappointed to hear that the struggle had subsided, and that the vampire was cursing rather loudly. He could smell the thick salty iron of blood hit the air and realized it was the victim's. He listened to the water as it claimed her heartbeat and scent for a short time before she arrived to a territory he knew all too well. If she thought a small cut on her arm would be completely sealed over once she was out of water she was dearly mistaken. She basically stepped right into a large trap.

Two vampires came around the church with their noses in the air. They were twins, though one had a nasty scar from its human life going down its right cheek, while the other just looked perfect. Their hair was beautiful, golden like the sun rays, and their eyes the softest of blues. "Look at what we have her, Deacon," the one with the scar said, stalking Aislinn as if she were his prey. "A little birdie has come out to play."

"Come now, Dray, no reason to frighten the birdie away," Deacon stated, crossing his arms over his broad chest and smirking. "You're hurt dear... can I lick it?"