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Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Nov 23, 2011 9:19:48 GMT
It wasn't so much the taste that got to Maggie the most. It was much more then that. There was just something that drove her wild about the fresh blood pumping through the vains of her victims only minutes before she sunk her fangs into them and began to drink. It was like a squeaky toy that drove a dog mad until it had successfully ripped it to shreds. The sounds of the last breath, the fear in her victims eyes. Maggie was nothing more then a killing machine that feasted on the crimson fluid she had won from a once beating heart.
Releasing her grasp of the body she allowed it to make a muffled thud on the muddy leaf bed below. Campers seemed to be in great abundance lately. With a cold smirk Maggie dug through the man's jeans before pulling out his wallet and taking all the money. "Your going to buy me a new pair of shoes." she cooed towards the lifeless body below her.
Making her way back towards the kings mansion seemed effortless, despite the great deal of land that happened to be on his property. The forests that surrounded the Halloway mansion was beautiful and she didn't blame the humans for wanting to camp there. Maggie however wasn't supposed to be chowing down on the newest camper in the area. Heath had assigned her a list of individuals he wanted disposed of and Maggie being the kings assassin, was going to do just that. Every once in a while she got carried away and couldn't help sniffing out a few walking blood bags on his property on her way home from a hard day of work.
The King probably wasn't going to be pleased, he hadn't been recently with her little stunts she had pulled at the bars. Her pace slowed as a dark figure crossed her path only a few feet in front of her. She gave a low growl as her eyes narrowed. She wasn't in the mood for another stop. As Maggie studied the figured in front of her her fang extended, the once low growl building with each passing second.
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