I looked at him. I was a vampire executioner, and I knew the taste of night on the breeze just as I knew the fee! of dawn pressing against the darkness. Let me pump you, and you can pump me all you want. I was finally at the table with Edward behind me, and the nervous uniforms beyond him.
Hands and less identifiable bits littered the ground around him. Edward looked at me and shook his head. Before that I'd killed two rogue lycanthropes, but afterwards I got a lot of calls for this shit. I shrugged, Practice makes perfect.
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