"Victor. It's so nice to finally meet you in person." The devil spoke. At least, that what I assumed she was at the time. Who else would have such a g...astly appearance and show up from a dark portal from seemingly nowhere?She laughed. "No, I am not the Devil, but a devil. You may call me Beatrix." She had read my mind, which in and of itself would have be freakish if not for her three external protrusions that I mentioned earlier. (The last paragraph, in case you missed it.)I sat back down with. I was wrong. We've all been joking about vampires ever since the first drained body showed up and, even though we all laughed, apparently the jokes left nagging doubts in some people. When I gave my official report on last night's raid in the briefing room, there was no one laughing at all. A few people looked at me like maybe blood loss had damaged my ol' noggin, but quite a few came up to me afterwards to quietly ask what I thought we could do to put an end to this. A lot of them had helped. I had a visible bulge in my pants, which is always fun to see who glances as I fill my morning coffee. During that work day, I pulled it out a couple times under my desk, slowly edging it to the bring while checking out the hot woman at the cubicle across from me. It is so thrilling to be in an orgasmic state, right in front of people and they have no idea. By Friday, I was in an almost constant state of arousal. I walked around with a foggy head all the time, undressing everyone with my eyes.. She's six." Elizabeth. That's your middle name."I nodded, tears stinging my eyes, remembering the bruises, on her wrists, her shoulders, her legs, as if someone had held her down, and on the insides of her thighs."No one should ever have to go through what she's been through," I choked out. "None of them should, and she's only six." I was crying. I hadn't even known that was in there. Ms. Andrews is like that, she finds hurts I don't even know are there and releases them. I guess it's like.