"Fuck you, cocksucking pig!" Came the rejoinder, hissing, sharp, fingernails splintering as they dragged across slate. Domenica's eyes flashed in the dark, green like the lens of a wolf. She might have been a beautiful woman once, and gave the impression that in life she might have had a fuller figure to better suit her heart-shaped face, since turned lean and hard, alabaster pale and unforgiving in her mien. There was the stink of death about her, a creature who lived as vampires of ancient folklore always did, with grave dust clinging to her out of date clothes.
"You believe you can take what is rightfully mine? Again?" There was a low noise that punctuated that, the sort of noise no human woman could ever make. It rattled in her chest and bubbled up into her throat, harsh, feral anger. This Romanian prick had a lot of fucking nerve.
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Date: 2015-04-24 08:09 am (UTC)"You believe you can take what is rightfully mine? Again?" There was a low noise that punctuated that, the sort of noise no human woman could ever make. It rattled in her chest and bubbled up into her throat, harsh, feral anger. This Romanian prick had a lot of fucking nerve.