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“Mi amor…”
“Oh, Christ,” Leo stepped forward, grabbed onto the doorjamb, leaned back, and kicked the door in, raising his weapon as he dropped to a knee. The door swung back and smashed into the wall.
He saw the demoness in the middle of the room, kneeling over one of the Knights. The other was on the floor, his throat ripped open.
There’s no blood.
The striking woman had curly black hair, and wore a skin-tight dress, which accentuated the lines of her sculpted body. Her head slowly rose, and she turned to look at him.
Red glowing eyes filled the room as Leo saw her frightening fangs dripping with blood.
“Olá meu amor,” the woman said, “Will you taste as good as he did?”
She rose from the Knights, slowly moving toward Leo. Their leader couldn’t look away. He slowly began lowering his weapon.
“Who?” he tried to speak.
She smiled, her lips pulling back, revealing more fang.
“Who are you?” Leo dropped his weapon.
“Cammie,” she replied. The door slowly began to shut. “Your one true love…”
The door suddenly slammed, and the moon grew brighter.
Screams filled the night.
