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''Renny's face melted into my Russian captor's on the last word. His jaw fell open, his mouth nothing but fangs, lunging for my throat—''<br><br><br> | ''Renny's face melted into my Russian captor's on the last word. His jaw fell open, his mouth nothing but fangs, lunging for my throat—''<br><br><br> | ||
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Midnight Johnson, the Sheriff of Vampiric Natchez, stood over the human's bed, looking down at her sleeping form. His long curved scimitar hung over as she tossed and turned, her sleep obviously troubled. Frowning, the vampire dipped the sword, and tapped her quietly on the hip. "Don' be makin' no screams, else I cut you up," he said. "You me, we's got to talk."<br><br> | Midnight Johnson, the Sheriff of Vampiric Natchez, stood over the human's bed, looking down at her sleeping form. His long curved scimitar hung over as she tossed and turned, her sleep obviously troubled. Frowning, the vampire dipped the sword, and tapped her quietly on the hip. "Don' be makin' no screams, else I cut you up," he said. "You me, we's got to talk."<br><br> |