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[color=ed1c24]~"You've already given me what I want, vampire."~[/color]  The woman hissed through her fangs, her beretta just mere inches from his broad forehead.  Later, she would have to [i]reward[/i] her sweet for dealing the first blow, but for now, she had the bastard right where she wanted him, on his knees doubling over in pain as a virulent combination of silver and sainthood seared his wretched flesh and boiled his blood slowly into a fine crimson vapor.  [color=ed1c24]~"But I suppose a bit of information would be nice before I deal the [i]coup de grace[/i]."~[/color]  She smirked, thumbing back the hammer on her weapon.  [color=ed1c24]~"A girl was murdered just recently, no name and no affiliations, slaughtered without mercy, by a creature like you no less.  But the bite wasn't clean; it was sloppy, like a newblood's.  There's a coven in New Orleans, and I want to know everything about it.  Their lords, their members, all that you can tell me before you draw your last putrid breath here in this mortal coil?"~[/color]

No quarter she would give this creature, no mercy, except for maybe the kiss of death to grace his cold, cracked lips, or for literal matter his forehead being split open with a 9mm Parabellum.  [color=ed1c24]~"Well vampire?  Do you wish to speak?"~[/color]  She had her assumptions he wouldn't.  Coven lords, if this man was one, never sold out their corrupted flock, even if given the pretense of imminent demise.  Some were cowards, yes, as Rebecca's had her fare share she hunted down and personally killed, but this one...even as she felt the life gradually drain from his predatory eyes glaring at her with such paroxysm, such malicious rage for skewering his abdomen with a bullet, she had a feeling he wouldn't break.