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What....

What was this?

The vampire had given her all that she had wanted to know, every last grisly, grim detail he uttered through parsed lips, indeed in such agony he tried to obscure.  But it was all too clear to the woman he was at his last moments, the very life she could sense undulating rapid and oh so violent in his body as he, the tall, mysterious creature, fought tooth and nail to grasp it away from the skeletal hands of Death coming forth from Hell to claim it as their own.

He told her everything about the coven running NOLA, about how he dispatched most of the major players, except for a Miss Elle Woodson.  Rebecca would have to pay this woman a visit, but in the mean time...she had yet another to deal with, him.

And yet...here she stood, fangs clenched in anticipation, eyes filled with malice towards the despicable abomination that now cowered upon his knees before her, blood seeping from the bullet wound in his abdomen.  The gun, the silver plated Beretta she had pressed to his forehead, her trigger finger inching back ever slowly, just waiting to hear that last bang, to hear the bullet of holy origin pierce the man's skull, bury into the soft meat of his brain, and kill him once and for all.

And yet.....

She couldn't.  Try as the woman may, her finger would not move another inch to press down the hard metal trigger.

It was those words.... those very few words he spoke in hushed, dull tones, [i]"Perhaps I should have put an end to her as well, but... I let her go. Perhaps it is because, I believe that, not everything deserves to die."[/i]

And it was those words alone.... not to mention the rather odd, sincere look to his eyes.... that made Rebecca drop her gun and sigh.

[color=ed1c24]~"Camille....lower your weapon."~[/color]  She gave the order in a defeated whisper.

[color=6ecff6]"But...but M-mistress?"[/color]  Camille questioned, her catlike eyes widening a tad in astonishment.  In all her days at the side of this lovely, strong, courageous woman, never had she been one to witness such a spectacle...Rebecca sparing a vampire.  What her Mistress did next was even more of a shock.

[color=ed1c24]~"I can't believe I'm doing this..."~[/color]  Reluctant the woman muttered under her breath, her gray coat slipping from her shoulders and crumpling into the dirt and grass beneath her.  Beside the ailing creature she kneeled, inclining as close as she could to him, as if to offer something.  And that something...why, her own neck, slim and fragile.  She whispered after another begrudging sigh, unbuttoning her blouse, just a little bit to expose a generous portion of her pale flesh, [color=ed1c24]~"The blood of your own kind may not be the sweetest, but if you do not drink soon, surely your body will begin to deteriorate and crumble into nothing but ashes.  I can't say I'm going to enjoy this, nor do I think keeping you alive will benefit me in some way or another.  I am simply doing this, because like you, I too wish to protect that which is innocent."~[/color]