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For the smell of fear tonight
Wakes an ancient lust that will not be denied...
You're mine
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Erich did not worry of the time when death would become an option, for he was faithless that it would be a success for him. While he hoped for it, he was not foolish enough to expect it--he would not allow himself to fall through such disappoinment. He did not believe in a Heaven, not for the likes of him...but to be granted the peace, the rest involved with non existance--it was was his greatest wish. He knew it would forever be so.
His cold gaze surveyed her for a beat as her flesh seared into his. The magnetism was still there...he could feel that same familier tug...but underneth it all, the ever-present reminder of what he was raged. His throat constricted as the thirst parched him, made him yearn for the relief only her blood could bring. "You see only the surface." He growled before he released her slender wrist. He hoped she'd never have to encounter the sight of the beast...or the ruthless way in which is stole life. It was gruesome, but moreover, it was degrading to the shreds of Erich's persona that remained in tact.
He gave the slightest nod as she affirmed that she would go on, with or without him. "Aye, I was suspect to the fact. My words were of this partnership, for neither of us shall quit. It is a certainty." Neither she nor he seemed to have 'quit' in their vocabularies...death had been the only way to to deter them once a mission had been contracted upon. While the only contract now was redemption, of justice...it was there all the same.
"It truly be a wonder that I was able to call it home. I've done so only once before. You must know luck shined upon you on this night." Though he had practiced drawing in those tendrils of death many times...he had never mastered the skill. It was a sketchy ability, one that seemed to have a mind of it's own and was immune to the efforts of Erich for the most part.
"Expect me promptly then." He stated of the time she suggested, knowing it was likely he'd be early. Since he'd lost the necessity of sleep...the nighs often drew too long for his liking. However--on this night things may be different...there was the enticing blond sitting at the bar. "Be safe, comrade." He murmured as she exited the club, icy orbs watching until the door closed behind her.
He moved, graceful despite his bulk, back to the bar to settle in beside Sabrina once more. "Sorry for that. It was quite...unexpected." He eyed the empty bloody mary glass, suddenly thinking that it may be a good idea to induge in another.
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For the animal's soul is mine
We will be completed right before your eyes
I have no control this time
And now we both shall dine in hell tonight
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