Temin's breath caught in his throat as he watche Sacrement remove her shirt. Instantly he felt his mouth begin to water in anticipation.  But not yet. He had to know if it was her or not. After centuries of stalking, screwing, and then having to kill, over one thousand women, he was growing tired of it. He felt himslef growing hard.<br/>She turned then and he recoiled slightly, and cursed as something deeper within the closet resettled. The mark! Though it wasn't a birthmark, there it was plain as day, poised atop her perfeclty shaped ass. A Scorpion. It was her! it had to be. He forced hmslef to remain calm. Perhaps it was just a coincidnece.<br/>She talked to the cat again beckoning it to followe her into the kitchen. As she passed by the door she was humming a tune. A tune he hadn't heard in years, yet knew by heart. Without realizing it he began to humm along with her. Finally realizing his error he abrutply stopped wondering just how long he had been humming, and whether or not she had heard him.  Reaching into his cloak he wqithdrew his garotte, and crouched, ready to pounce if she opened the closet door.