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(Warning, mildly graphic. Debello is an evil dude. Not for the weak of heart)

His children were hungry.

In the heart of the city, surrounded by places of culture like the Museum of Fine Arts and the Isabella Stuart Gardener Museum—Debello had chosen his home carefully. He was always careful. Centuries of life had taught him patience. And good things always come to those who wait. This place had such a lovely basement, such a perfect set of un-curious neighbors who couldn’t care less their new neighbor kept such strange hours or even stranger hair styles and such perfect night scenes as well. Colleges were nearby. An easy source for prey.

His newest prey had been so very innocent and stupid. Now she was neither. Now her eyes were very open indeed. As well as her legs. As well as all of her.

Debello was never gentle. He would pretend for a moment or two that he would present his prey with endless depths of pleasure. But that moment passed quickly enough. He was hungry. And his children were hungry. They would have to feed. But first—Debello would take what he wanted from this little prey.

She had babbled something about being in Art school. He had found her at a bar nearby. One of those more modern places—clean and full of overly loud music. Overly dark corners where bouncers ignore not so polite conduct. She was easy prey, half lidded green eyes, half full of a sweet liqueur and half-witted to boot. Debello had only to suggest that she ought to rest at his place for the night. It was nearby. Too dangerous to go home alone in her state, certainly. She had believed him. So readily. So hungry in her own way. Debello did make a handsome figure, after all. His dark pin-striped silk suit. His shaggy red hair, and fierce gold eyes. She was easy enough prey.

Now, she was in his grasp. In his soundproof basement. Begging for mercy, for freedom, for him to stop. She would get none of those request fulfilled. He took her body first at knife point, roughly, hard. He bit deep into her slender shoulder until the blood ran into his mouth. Her scream of pain was arousing. So he caused more. Each scream thrummed in his un-flowing veins like blood, setting his ancient body singing with pleasure. He laughed, as she wept, drawing lines across her beautiful fragile skin with the sharp edge of a knife. Some would call him a monster. But he considered himself an artist. She was his canvas. But he wouldn’t kill her yet. Oh no. He would use her for days at a time. Keeping her alive for more screams that made him feel alive once more.. and besides, his children needed to feed as well. And when Debello was through with her, when her body and her screams and her hot sweet blood was of no more use to him—he would give her to them.

Debello settled into the comfort of his new home, looking up as on of his underlings entered, bowing.The underling reported spotting prey that would be suitable to change. Suitable to be a sacrifice. Suitable to waken the rest of his army. They had tried to take her. But she had escaped with just a bite. They would be able to find her again. They would find her quickly. They would bring her to him for use.

"Excellent." Debello's voice purred. "Bring her to me." The underlings bowed and vanished like smoke. His plan was in motion. And soon more of the Hybrids would awaken. The City would soon rise up in his chaos.