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Vanka Prt 3

Standing over me, bearing down, he grabs me by the back of my neck and digs nails into my skin. Long piercing claw like talons that bite with scorching pain and he drags me partially upright to hoarsely snarl in my ear. My body flinching with the agony of being moved. I reach back, pathetically, grip his hands on my flesh, the cold icy and clammy skin that’s alien to anything I’ve ever felt before and I know what this is for certain…. we heard stories…. The ice-cold vile touch of the skin of the undead. This lifeless cold monster’s a vampire. They’ve returned.

“Too easy. Call yourselves warriors. You’re all dropping like putrid flies and one snap, it’s all over for you, puppy. I’m rather enjoying dragging it out though… why don’t you go on and beg like your little friends did. Whine and cry some, make it worth my while.” His icy cold stinking breath, fans my cheek and chokes me to quiet submission
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