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Subject: stakes are high, life is the bet.

Author:
Sabra

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Date Posted: 13:16:37 03/23/05 Wed
In reply to: Looful 's message, "^^^^^^" on 10:19:01 03/22/05 Tue

purred lyrics raising to her lips as the dagger was shifted in her hand Sabra chuckles softly. perhaps it is time to try then dear..or perhaps it is fear that keep you performing magic tricks instead?.. light catching the daggers blade shimmering along the razor edge ominously. the same gleam to be seen in her eyes, wicked and cold. crania tilting the a fraction causing ebon locks to cascade about her shoulders in waves, framing flawless features beautifully.

glance turning for a moment to the black frost that closed the wound at the fea's stomach, seemingly admiring the idea behind it. her attention how ever never upon artwork but her task at hand, warmth rushing over the frosted flesh in an attempt to cause it to melt and bleeding to start again. a smirk slowly washing over her lips, she to could play the small games though she much rather higher stakes. mentally stimulating the poisons coursing through Bri's body as she did, not wishing the effects to be countered as fast as the girl was. her glare within seconds returning back to Bri's with a flash of amusement.

Rules where made to be broken or so she had decided long ago and stuck to. there was always a loophole or weakness and she used them not to sneak through or bend rules but to crush them. so far no consequences had been given for her lack of discipline, that had not made her stronger. she did what she wanted.. when she wanted and killed those that chose to try and stop her just as she would kill the woman before her. the wonderful rule bender that she was there would be not advantage over a natural born rule breaker such as herself. heaven help the one she held in her sights.

pools wondering to Zeth as he finally decides to act like a man. a pleased smile coming to her lips. ignoring his first words intentionally as she instead spoke mockingly to the woman Zeth thought he controlled Yes child I think It best for you to run along allow the adults to talk grown up talk. words of course meant for Briallan. attention turns from the trick or treat that bri had been performing and to her reason for being here.. Zeth, she would deal with the fea later. all witnesses fated for death right? including the coward that stood back watching the fun, protection promised or not.

I think it is time for Briallian's nap you might as well just come out Deanglo and take her back into the house.. laughter in her words as she looks slowly from one vampire to the other. the girl having fooled her as to what she was but now now she knew and would be more careful in her actions. the game was a foot and if she was good at anything it was playing the game and manipulating minds.

dagger sweeping forward as the male resisted her push back against the wall a smirk upon her lips at his words. aiming a silent slash to his shoulder as he stood solid before her.you underestimate me love.. I do not hurt.. I do not feel.. I do not exist solidly as you do unless I chose to. the misty look returning to her flesh and tresses for a second almost as if by illusion before become solidly human once more. in all truth she did feel but what she felt was hate, anger and obsession towards her job the rest having faded with her long existence as a slayer.

What does it matter why I kill you? will that make deaths journey any different? will that comfort your already suicidal mind? I kill you because I can and because I am paid to .. I kill you because there is a thrill in doing so. now answering the question as it is asked a second time. twisted pleasure within her words while she steps still closer dagger glimmering in her grasp, wielded with an experienced air. the dagger a treasure of her own making a treasure that was bound to her very being and power.

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Subject	Author	Date
lol	Roo	13:24:03 03/23/05 Wed

nvm did not see new post thing	Sabra	13:25:04 03/23/05 Wed

Re: stakes are high, life is the bet.	sabra	13:39:53 03/23/05 Wed