Sarye crouched on the roof above her lover. Just enough that he wouldn't be able to see her. She was sure he could sense her but she was fast and once he looked she would be gone. She looked down across the city at the crowd that gathered for the execution and she smiled. An evil smile of joy and pleasure. She did not feel sorry for the Lycan, she loved the executions. She didn't mind if she was the only one who took pleasure out of them, out of the screams, the pain. She loved it all. Now the vampire was getting antsy, when would it begin? She wanted it to begin, she acted like a child awaiting Christmas morning. Then she looked down and realized why she was still waiting. The Lycan leader had still not shown himself in attendance. She gave up on crouching and sat, almost pouting. Of course, leave it to a Lycan to not be on time. She watched over and waited for the show to begin.