Venice, Italy 1550

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        Fear. I could smell his fear in the air, tangible and real as my fangs nicked his skin.
            He would die, and I would be the one to kill him, or die myself.
            "Please Bella, please do not do this to me," he begged, and I hissed at the sound of his traitorous voice. "I'm sorry!"
            "You lost your chance to make amends with me when you set our house on fire with me asleep within it. You lost your chance to make amends with me when you put a stake in my heart and left me for dead. You lost your chance to make amends with me when you denounced me as your daughter, when you set the Hunters on me. When you set your Hunters on me.
            “You are dead to me, father. And just as you have so often tried to kill me, I will finally exact my much deserved revenge, and end your pathetic excuse for a life," I spat out, and bit fully into my father’s neck.

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