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"You look so much more handsome." She smiles.

"You haven't aged a bit. You still look radiant." I say.

She moves her hand up my back. My head is screaming. I have to kill her, but in this crowd... no. That would not end well. I'd be shot in the first five seconds. I need to hear her out. However, I'll regret it.

"Are you still mad at me?" She smiles. 

"How can I not be?" I hiss.

"Of course. You remember that night well." She smiles.

You really want to try me? How could I forget that horrible night? The night I was changed for good. The night in which all of Hell was thrown at us. Why did she do that? Why did she kill her? My eyes flash anger. I need to keep my cool. 

"So, tell me how you have been doing?" She asks.

"As well as I can be." I say. 

"Do you wish to kill me?" She whispers in my ear.

My eyes widen. What is this magic?  What is this powerful energy? It's washing over me like mud. It's making me want to tell her the truth. Her eyes glow white. I grip my mouth. Her hands were colder than ice. 

"Yes." I say.

"Well, I want to kill you as well." She licks the side of my face.

"How quaint." I mutter. 


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