The Nightingale Sigil

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ut of the cuts on my body, I could feel my life

to cling onto the border of life,

my revenge on the o

only prolong your suffering." Out of nowhere, a

nst my chest as my apprehension grew. Legends surrounding this ancient mausoleum began to stir within my m

attempt to escape my fate. Slowly, a figure swam into

ust give up..." Stroking the weeping wound that he had made with his nails,

ed this

least I could do is

eyes and my gaze fell s

black hair fell lightly upon his shoulders, framing his chiseled face. He had the air and bearings of

s I found myself tongue-tied by

ath, he grasped my chin

r mercy, I may consider sparing

he thin

!" I r

eath those mysterious midnight blue eyes of his. His hands remained dangerously close to my neck, r

seconds, he said, "So

nal moments, I decided

epths of my memories. Mark my words, I will bring all of you down to Hell with me!" Hatre

of the horrors they put me through. All those sufferings,

se and amusement flashed across his eyes all at once.

eresting...

il where his fingers touched as it made its way ever so slowly down th

ahea

aited for the sweet end

ar my lips. My eyes flew open in that instant,

I tried to spit out the warm liquid. However, the more I did that the more he tightened his grip upon the bac

ius

eel HIS restlessness... as th

ss the moor into the dilapidated mausoleum wher

nt of prey within. The delectable smell of blood wafted into my nostrils. It smelled

life force within her was strong! No wonder the smell was so delectable! Most of the humans that were mad

ody. Despite her malnourished appearance and wounds, she still had the makings of a beautiful woman. Flaming auburn hair with a pair of

stirred wi

t exactly was

ng that I have never done to a prey before. Usually, I w

rd her, as if

p close. I could sense her fear,

did for all my prey. The thought of getting their hop

little at the thought of seeing her close to tears. It was as if sh

carried with it a hint of defiance. I knew in that instant that she was having none of

musing i

oment, a sudden idea fl

' since the dawn of the century. The delight of teasing the reaction out of those defi

ing the soft, supple skin of her neck, I resisted the urge to bury my fangs deep into that velvety

eaction would be if

sensation of ancient power... I could feel her struggling against me which excited me more. I pressed my lips closer, enjoying the taste of her blood and t

act was made- that of

was the fact that the Wheels