Elizabeth Drakon, Vampire Queen, Immortal, Invincible, Cold Hearted, Hot Headed, and more to come.
A being of power.
She had lost her touch, she realized, to have to sacrifice her eyes to kill a pathetic being like Lars. Well, she be dammed.
It had to be done.
She walked away from her artwork, towards this new plaything she found interesting. A beautiful little girl, probably her age, 900 years ago. She wondered why she was developing this interest in her, a mere human, as she regained her elegant Loli form, dressed in pink. Her wounds closed back up, the blood evaporating, and her clothes growing back, as if they had life themselves.
All had gone back to normal, at least what she'd call normal, save her eyes.
They were gone for good.
She didn't complain though, they weren't her eyes anyway. As she scooped up the now unconscious girl in her hands, she relived the time when she had used her own eyes.
That was different she realized.
Power from that render was incomparable to the weak amount she gained for these eyes.
To be fair, she had nicked them from a lowly human. No wonder they couldn't compare to her vampiric ones.
She drifted back to the memories of her first rend.
Long ago, probably centuries. It was a werewolf that time too. Actually no. It wasn't a werewolf.
It was werewolves.
An entire clan of them, she recalled. And unlike this time, it really wasn't her fault.
It didn't matter anyway. She had laid waste to them all.
Lizzie walked back to one of her homes, carrying Miańè all the way, humming to herself. She was in a good mood.
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