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Rupert was locked in a room with a monster, a stake in his sweaty little hand. It was time for his first kill.
The vampire writhed against her bonds, which was exciting in a way he couldn't describe. She wore old fashioned clothes. Her breasts peeked out at him.
Rupert's heart was rushing, but his mind was clear. She screamed curses ? new words, he would remember those for the playground.
Killing her was easier than he expected. The stake went in, dust exploded with a final "****!".
As the motes settled, one fell on his lips. Death tastes like ash.
The vampire writhed against her bonds, which was exciting in a way he couldn't describe. She wore old fashioned clothes. Her breasts peeked out at him.
Rupert's heart was rushing, but his mind was clear. She screamed curses ? new words, he would remember those for the playground.
Killing her was easier than he expected. The stake went in, dust exploded with a final "****!".
As the motes settled, one fell on his lips. Death tastes like ash.
