For [outfromtheash]
Percy wasn’t normally the type to demand this sort of thing, at least he was not the sort to approach the subject without shying away a number of times before relenting. But Mauri made things different, and the feel of his blade cutting through the girls flesh had him burning. Anson should have been happy that Mauri was there to divert his attentions, his need for something dark and bloody.
“Is that really the best you’ve got?” He growled, though he smiled as warmly as he could with shadows dancing over his face. His eyes cut through the darkness, though, glowing with an unearthly fire and his lips curled in a cruel manner. “A bitch in heat with her pack of dicks has more fight than little Mauri on cold night…Forget to bring you fight?”
He laughed, taunting because he knew it would raise Mauri’s temper; licking his lips in hopes that he could drive the vampire to lose his mind. “Ashes to ashses, dust to dust…You should have stayed dead, maybe you’d be more fun.”
“Is that really the best you’ve got?” He growled, though he smiled as warmly as he could with shadows dancing over his face. His eyes cut through the darkness, though, glowing with an unearthly fire and his lips curled in a cruel manner. “A bitch in heat with her pack of dicks has more fight than little Mauri on cold night…Forget to bring you fight?”
He laughed, taunting because he knew it would raise Mauri’s temper; licking his lips in hopes that he could drive the vampire to lose his mind. “Ashes to ashses, dust to dust…You should have stayed dead, maybe you’d be more fun.”