<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Lady held the woman tightly in her arms, a tad disappointed in the easiness of the kill. This snowy beauty must not have been very old. With a sigh on her lips as Eve spoke, Lady rested the dead vampires head onto the ground and moved herself so that she was kneeling at the head of the vampires body. <br/>
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"Maybe you'll learn something from this oh mighty green one. Never judge a book by its cover." Lady held the fledglings head up in both her hands and began keening, an old and ancient tradition done by her people to mourn the dead. Lady may have hunted this woman, but ger traditions needed to be met in order for Lady to fed. Ladys beautifully haunting voice echoed around the space as she finished her song and leaned over, her lips barely gracing the vampires. The blonde then took in a very long, very deep breathe and the vampire began to turn into a white smoke, its 'life force' entering between Lady's plush lips unless absolutely nothing remained of the fledgling.</span></span></span>