She bits her bottom lip and I take that as my opportunity and I drive into the over grown bushes. I get out and walk around to her door I open her doo... and she turns her body to face me in the seat scooting to the edge. I get close to her bother of us looking at each other wondering if our flirting has really gotten us to this point. I put my hands on her hips she bits her bottom lip again I slide my hands to the button and I undo it and slide the zipper down she lifts her hips just ever so. It took a moment for me to gather it all in again. It's always the sudden LACK of action that brings out the emotion after a kill. The transformation of another living, breathing animal into nothing but a body, void of life or action. A mere second before she was alive with movement, thought and feeling, but now, nothing. I had turned her into what she truly was. But I was far from finished.Tom Jones was a young college student, he was walking back to his dorm that night when he saw the object. ” The Prince got up, and walked over to the window. No one joined her, they never did. But then, she rarely got up from the table to stare out the window like that. “People died, Mister Mire. People close to Garry, and others close to myself. The purge was a horrible time for all of us. Not only the purge, but just a few weeks ago, I had the retired Archbishop, thirty of his subordinates, and Damien at my doorstep. Lucas died, I nearly died, and the blood of thirty Kindred soaked my hands, and. "Oh, Diana, she only started Wednesday. She is in training, give me time." I bet," Doris replied not taking her eyes of the naked girl. "Come here child let me have a look at you. Diana gazed at her Mistress, who nodded and then walked over and stood near the lady. She was a tall well-built woman about five-foot eleven with black hair set in a bun at the back. Her oval shaped face had a slightly curved nose and large almond dark eyes. She appeared to be her Mistress's age. The lady gripped her.