Chapter 119
Year 1822
I sat in the living room, reading the magazine in my hand. It contained daily news about the two women who had been found dead yesterday. I smiled, knowing full well that I was the one who had killed them. I fed on them until they could no longer scream, and then I killed them. Though Lycans only feed when they're wounded, I enjoy feeding like Vampires.
With the witches still resting in their coffins even after two years, I found myself surrounded by both Werewolf and Lycan guards. Hearing something drop on the floor, I looked up from the magazine to see a fair, brunette young woman lying on the table. Her neck had been slit open, and her eyes were half-open. She was one of the women I had killed last night. The only reason she was here was because she was such a waste.
