"You know I never liked tears," I say.

A woman stands in front of me and trembles, and the stench of fear hovers around us.

I smile and slowly run my tongue over my teeth. I have always loved

games like this.

Cat and mouse games. Actually a game of hunter and prey.

The woman begins to cry, and salty tears fall down her dirty ones

face. Leaving a clean mark on the face.

I grab her by the chin and she starts to sob.

"Adeline, don't repeat yourself. I mean drink her blood. She deserved it

is. She killed those children, "I hear a voice in the dark.

I look at the brown-haired girl in front of me with the dirty white

dress.

Blood.

Her eyes were dark, but I knew she had killed three of them. In the air

I could smell urine as well as fear.

The woman's fear.

She must be thinking, who is this girl and why is there blood on her dress.

"I mean, you both shut up. I can't concentrate, "I hear more

one voice in the darkness.

"Fay, you killed that man five minutes ago. What are you doing? "I hear

Imogen.

I look at the woman. Her tears were delicious, but she wanted her blood.

I approached her neck and dug my fangs into her neck.

She screamed.

She deserved it.

She killed the children a few days ago. Those kids weren't to blame for anyone, but

she killed them.

I felt warm blood, circulating through her body, and she did

fell to her knees. Like me with her.

I adored her blood. I loved her fear.

"Finally. I thought he would keep her for a week. Then it won't

roll. I mean, Adeline. You play with food every time, "I hear how

Imogen grumbles.

Let's cut.

And she retaliated.

I feel like I drank blood and let the dead body fall. Beside

I was created a short girl and started looking for body jewelry and money.

"Fay, you've said a hundred times that you shouldn't steal from the dead," I tell her.

"Let me go," he replied.

I roll my eyes, then join Imogen, where she threw the bodies at

pile and prepare for the fire. Obviously she should have left them as they were, but

this was her message.

"Ad, I think they deserved a murder and I was stealing things from them. They killed

are children. Young children. They had a future. "

I look at the black-haired girl and feel regret. On this task

we were sent by old Vlad because people killed ten children in an orphanage.

He sent us because we were their punishment. Not God's, but the Devil's.

I kind of enjoyed it because I hadn't hunted mortals in a long time.

Fay and Imogen did it for the kids.

How much did I understand? There was a fire and they locked everything. They are not

they wanted to escape, and the children suffocated and of course burned out. The worst death.

I look at the corpse. My victim Myrtle was watching over them, but

she wanted farther from everything. She wanted to get away from it all, so she did what she did

had to do. The murder was on her list.

Like theft.

"Fay, leave those things," I said suddenly.

"Why?"

"Because those things were stolen. Myrtle did it. I don't want you

they hunt for it. "

I hear a crash and realize she threw things away. She always was

headstrong. She was always like that.

"Let's go, because this place is going to be on fire," Imogen said.

I nod.

They both come out and I stay. I look at the bodies.

I look into her glass eyes as they stare blankly at me.

I repeat.

In the house of the old Vlad. The girls jumped around the couch. More precisely the eye him.

Vampire.

He smiled at them, as if listening to the stories of children, who are something cheerful today

done.

I paused at the piano, and Fay sat down in front of him, as if he were

dog. I growl from my throat and she looks at me.

Vlad looked at me, his eyes gleaming with rage.

Imogen stood next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down. Let her go, "he whispered in my ear.

I remove her hand from my shoulder. A little disappointed with her,

as well as the Government's conduct towards Fay.

"Ah, Adeline. You have always been like that ", said Vlad.

"What, my dear Vlad?"

He looked at me, then patted Fay on the head. While I'm in my head

doing scripts as I kill him. I feel my smile widen.

"Well, I always keep my prey for minutes in chaos and fear, everything

until you fix it. "

"I love a game like that."

"Games are always boring," he said.

I turned my back on them and left the room.

I looked towards the village, where many were celebrating.

Intoxicated.

Show feelings for others. Today it is St. George. The killer

dragons. I smile because I don't believe in fairy tales as well as myths.

But people believe. Mortals.

I used to be a mortal, just like them.

A man of flesh and blood.

I'm dead now. Without feeling and without everything. A myth that walks among

to them.

I repeat myself, don't I?