And to Cherish
“Clean. Efficient.
Her sword hand lopped off the man’s head. The other hand caught it. A rivulet of blood pooled in her hand, starting the hunger. Her teeth grew. Her lips parted. The need to feed was sharp. Intent. She fought it. Her sword flashed bits of light as she shook. And then finally, willpower won. Her canines receded. Her victim’s body had finished a slow drop from the sofa onto the floor. She placed his head back in position atop his neck. As if he slept. She stepped back. Looked him over. Nodded her approval. They called her Cherish. It didn't fit. Nobody had treasured or cherished her in her mortal life. She hadn't expected it. And after a time, she hadn't wanted it.
So now, she returned the favor.
With a quick glance over her shoulder, Cherish was gone. And that’s when the man’s girlfriend finally started screaming. Other than a quirk of her lips, Cherish didn’t respond. Said girlfriend was easily overlooked and just as quickly forgotten.
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