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Cross. Part One No light reached this part of the room. The solitary sunbeam that had managed to poke its way through the curtains fell on a dirty heap of ripped up clothing in the far corner.

But here, there was only darkness, and the ragged breathing of the rooms sole inhabitant. Tyler lay naked, his arms and legs strapped to the corners of the bed with leather belts, allowing him no room to move or stretch his sagging limbs.

Premature wrinkles lined the strong, angular features of his face now gaunt visage. His eyes stared straight upwards, unseeing and no longer questing about the small, dank space.

He would blink from time to time, the darkness around him becoming only slightly deeper for a short period. There were scratches all along the muscular lines of his shoulders, and running down the length of his torso, then again from his thighs down to his kneecaps. They had varying ages, the oldest mere hints of their former savagery, while some bled openly. Tyler knew none of this. All of his world was darkness, would be darkness, until his angel returned to him.

She always went away when he needed her the most. She would disappear during the early hours of the morning, only coming back once the hours of daylight had ended. She was his Sun, the center of his universe. The moment he felt her presence enter the room, Tyler's blood would begin to boil.

Just thinking about her set his heart at a frantic pace, causing his many wounds to begin to bleed anew. She would return. She always returned. Tyler only needed to keep faith, so his savior would return to him, gorgeous blonde takes care of a dick as she had promised.

As the blood flowed down his sides, pooling underneath the small of his back, Tyler lost consciousness. OOOO Here. She was here. He could feel her. He could smell her, for God's sake! That sweet scent of nectar, of life and joy and love and pleasure. His heart accelerated, blood pumping quickly to his member. Tyler's back arched, his restraints stretching yet again as his whole being yearned for her. He needed her, needed that sweet warmth of forever enveloping him, smothering him until he could barely breathe.

His entire body formed a rough crescent as he presented himself to her, his manhood proudly beckoning as he breathed in the scent of her. "Is that you?

No, I know it's you. Only you could do this to me. My soul feels you. My body needs you. Please. Please!

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Let me look at you, O Holy Mother. I just need to see your face, so I know it's you." He had barely gasped out the words as she came into view, a soft glow announcing her approach. Beautiful. Insanely, insurmountably and paradoxically beautiful. She was everything and nothing, a perfect and supreme being whose allure was outweighed only by the sheer pleasure he knew she could bestow upon him.

Tyler groaned to look at her. The perfect contours of her face, highlighted by the soft glow of the candle she held in one delicate hand, upraised before her as a holy symbol of beauty. She was his light, the only thing he could ever bear to see again in his miserable existence.

She was God, and without her, there would be nothing. "Oh," he was speechless, saying nothing else for some time as he gazed upon her. "I knew you would return. I knew you would come back to me.

Nothing in this world could keep us apart, I felt the pull of you the moment you left me, and only now is it beginning to fade." She smiled, a gesture of such radiance, Tyler had to close his eyes.

"Yes, my love. It's me. I can see you've missed me while I was away," a short pause, Tyler's eyes were still closed. He heard her breathing, then a sigh as her hand lightly touched him.

He felt a veritable explosion of pleasure, groaning and gyrating his hips as the liquid-soft silk of her casual teen sex more fuck madlen after hookup night brushed along the length of his upraised staff. He was already close, he couldn't possibly last through what he knew would come next.

Yet, somehow he didn't climax immediately. She had that power over him, knew him so completely as to touch him whichever way she pleased, and still give him ever more pleasure. She began to shift her hand around the tip of him, allowing her graceful fingers to slip down his length until she gripped him completely.

Tyler's back remained in a strong arch, the muscles of his back straining forever upwards so as to have more of her touching him. "Naughty boy, lie back, so I can look upon you." Her voice was magic, a song so old and primordial, and still so young and full of life. He could never resist her, would never. As he eased back onto the bed beneath him, Tyler felt her presence get nearer. He had to look upon her. As he slowly opened his eyes, she came back into view. The soft glow of the candle, now lying by the side of the bed, illuminated her perfection.

She wasted no time, which struck him as unusual until he felt the warmth of her get closer, ever closer to where they would soon meet. The scent of her grew in the air, and he inhaled deeply just as she lowered herself onto him. The sound of his groans rang out as light truly returned to Tyler's world.

He was inside of her. This goddess, this beacon of all that was right and good in the world, had decided to share herself with him, a lowly being, surely not worthy. But there was no complaint forthcoming, and Tyler simply lay back and enjoyed the sweet oblivion that overtook him.

His vision blurred slightly as the rampant ecstasy Tyler felt grew even stronger. As he looked up at her, he could almost see Angel's wings behind her back. He had known all along that she was more than a human. Known all. along. Bliss enveloped him, and Tyler knew no more.

OOOO "No. I've told you time and time again, Miller, this isn't going to work. I don't care what you claim about him, this idiot's beyond saving." Abraham DuPree spoke into his cell phone as he strolled along a gray alleyway. Clouds obscured the moon this night, a sure omen of ill intent.

A voice on the other end of the line murmured at him, and Abraham scoffed, sending a small murder of crows into flight. "I could give a shit if he's supposed to go pro, no one survives in a den for seven weeks. It just doesn't happen." As he spoke, Abraham scanned the surrounding warehouses. They were all identical. Each one a gray mass of concrete with rows of rectangular windows, most obscured by lewd graffiti or simply broken.

He stopped, shifting the phone in one hand while running the other over the day-old stubble growing on his chin. After a brief pause to listen, he veritably shouted, "Look! I'm the one doing your dirty work, Miller. If he's alive and well, that's one thing. But I'm not lugging some six foot ten lump of meat to the hospital if he's just going to die in transit. Seven weeks, Miller. He'll be lucky if he can get one more pump in before he just up and expires.

Well you relay that to them. In the meantime I'll be taking care of the actual issue." He snapped the phone shut and stalked purposefully towards a warehouse on the corner, shoving the thing into his pocket as he walked. Abraham checked the number printed in large black block letters beside the metal door, reading 7131.

Perfect. He slowly drew aside the sliding mechanism, slipping into the darkness within. His report detailed that the den lay on the fourth floor, so he made his way to the far corner of the open space, producing a small pen light as he did.

He flipped the light on, and was surprised to see a small pack of rats scatter from the corner at the bracing LED light.

Normally this place would be devoid of life of any kind. Something was up. As he silently scaled the industrial stairway to the fourth floor, Abraham muttered under his breath. The words came to him without prior thought, but he felt his muscles tense as the syllables left him. Probably something from their language. There was definitely something amiss here. He continued to climb, trying to remain utterly without sound. Too much noise would alert her without fail, and Abraham preferred to make this visit while his host slept.

As he mounted the fourth level, Abraham saw the entrance to the den. It lay in the far corner, covered in shadows that his pen light ate right through. She had draped the entrance in garbage bags, their tattered sheen all-too visible in the light he projected.

Probably some sort of booby-trap rigged to that, he figured. Regardless of his apprehension, Abraham tread forwards.

As he neared the doorway, he heard. nothing. There were no moans of pleasure, no gasping for air or ragged breathing. That was either very good, or inherently horrible. Abraham couldn't decide, so he simply forged ahead. As he pushed through the trash bag curtains, several tin cans on strings fell from the ceiling, the pebbles and bits of metal within jangling as they fell.

In a flash, Latina teen sucks and ass drilleded bigcock edit ripped the silver knife from his belt, grabbed the strings and severed them. He held the cans together and quickly stopped them from shaking, then set them down without pause. He flipped his grip on the knife and tensed, waiting for the screech that would tell him his host was wide awake. After seconds that felt like eternity, he relaxed. There was absolute silence.

Abraham grabbed his pen light from within the folds of his jacket and began to stalk about the room, quickly scanning for the spot he knew he would find. It turned out to be a ratty old mattress pushed into the corner of the room where the shadows hung deepest.

There red xxx wap sesatr and bahradar blood soaked into the fabric. A lot of it. And a series of leather straps he knew all too well. Then he spotted exactly what he had expected, and hoped against. It was Tyler Greene. Or rather, it was what was left of him. Sprawled across the bloody mess of the mattress was a gray and emaciated husk of a man.

To credit the kid, it was a huge husk. He must have been even bigger than his description, probably just shy of seven feet.

His body had been completely drained of all moisture, and his dry arms and legs were still held within the leather belts that he had died in. So much for kink, he probably hadn't even known he was being held towards the end of it. What a disgusting fetish, thought Abraham as he walked over to the shriveled corpse. He would have to take snapshots of his teeth to provide for the dental records, as there was sure to be no blood left in him.

As he bent over Tyler Greene's cadaver, Abraham noticed a glint of silver on his chest. He flashed his light over it and gasped. This stiff was wearing a cross. The implications of such a thing began to flood his mind, until Abraham heard footsteps on the metal stairs below. An entire life of training kicked in, and he immediately sprang to his feet, quickly but silently treading back the way he had come.

Right as he was about to exit the den through the trash bag entryway, he spotted a dark form coming up the stairway from below. With no time to move or react, he simply leaned back against the cold concrete and waited. OOOO "Well, well, sugar. If you aren't a sight for sore eyes, I don't know what is," he played it cool as the target arrived at the top of the stairs.

He wasn't wrong, either. This one was a real looker. She was a tall, leggy blonde with straight platinum locks and a body to die for. The kicker was, she didn't have those exaggeratedly huge breasts or impossible curves Abraham had come to expect. Her tits were of medium size at best, no more than a single handful, each. But he realized that wasn't her best charm. Not even close. As his eyes invariably wandered down the length of her body, he coulnd't help but stare as her small waist gave way to a perfect curvature, and legs that simply wouldn't fucking quit.

They were spindly and long, but he could tell they were strong. Her perfect skin glowed in full view from the shortest of shorts that she wore down to her knee-high cowgirl boots. A real Daisy Duke type. What got him the most as his view careened back upwards, past her tied off flannel shirt, was the fullness of her lips.

They were like little pillows situated underneath a perfectly sculpted nose and deeply blue eyes. The kind of eyes one got lost in, but would go willingly without a map when there was so much promise behind them. She was simply angelic. Abraham laughed at himself for that one. It was then that Abraham noticed that his hostess wasn't alone. Her arm lead down the stairs a few steps, where a young man stood, expectantly staring up at him.

The kid spoke, "Who the hell is this? You said this was somewhere we could be alone. I don't plan on sharing you, girl." Abraham chuckled as the kid took a step upwards and slid his hand between her arm and torso and wrapped himself protectively around the woman, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, you'll turn tail and jump down those stairs. Just pray you don't break anything and run the hell out of here. I mean it. Go." The young man's face claire black hops in kyle masons cock for a joy ride at the words, and he pulled the woman in tight to his body and peered at Abraham from over her shoulder.

"Fuck off, man. You're just jealous. Stella's absolutely perfect, and she's mine." Abraham couldn't help but chuckle again as he mentally noted the girl's name. Stella. That was a good one. He always made a point of remembering their names.

She lifted one arm and caressed the side of the kid's head, and his expression immediately cooled. "Shhh, baby. Don't get all worried over this old man," With a voice like soft jazz, it was no wonder this kid had followed her back here. "Why don't you go in that room over there, while I make him go away. That sound good, hon'? Just right through there," the kid's eyes glazed over, and he nodded and snaked his arm from around Stella before walking straight past Abraham and into the den.

Their eyes didn't even meet. This one had a silver tongue. Abraham hated it when they talked. "It was some nice work you did to our young mister Greene in there," Abraham spoke casually, but his every muscle was tense and ready for action. "I don't suppose I could get the same treatment?" Stella's eyes flashed, and suddenly Abraham could smell the perfume coming off of her.

It always had a sweet scent at first, but he had trained himself, and the smell became cloying and sickly in a matter of seconds. His guard had fallen for just an instant, there.

No way he would let that happen a second time. She began to stalk towards him, then. As she walked, Stella raised one hand to her face and brought her index finger to her mouth. Her pouty lips parted, and she bit on the tip of her finger seductively.

Abraham could see the moisture there, and as her perfect, radiant teeth clamped down on the supple flesh of her finger, his blood began to rise.

She took her finger from her mouth and sighed, "Now what would you be knowing about my Tyler, hmm?" "Oh, nothing much," he replied, "just that our star athlete mister Greene visited sex 8teen sex porn com bar one evening almost two months ago, met someone special, and disappeared.

The only record of him before he vanished was a voice mail he left to his girlfriend, explaining that he had met someone new, and wouldn't be coming home.

When he didn't show up for his classes the following school gills sex vidos sex stories, his fiance filed a missing persons report. Poor girl, wouldn't you agree, Stella?" Her face hardened for an instant, before once again becoming serene and sexy, "Oh, Tyler told me about her. Always nagging him to be more attentive, always incessantly blathering on about how they were soulmates and would have to stay faithful to one another forever.

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Disgusting. My Tyler was a passionate, free-thinking man. Do you know what he said the first time I sucked his cock? He said 'That feels like heaven.'," Stella's smile sweetened, then, and her pale hand glided over the contours of her collarbone as her eyelids fluttered in joy. "So what? Men will say anything to get your lips wrapped around their meat. You sure as hell didn't give him a slice of paradise when you swallowed his cock like the little whore that you are. In fact, I'm sure his soul will curse you into eternity while he burns.

Slut." Abraham spat the last word as he walked towards her, and Stella's features marred sexxy story full sex grill 17 she looked at him in disgust. The open challenge of his words had her writhing, he could feel it. The blood started pumping towards his member as he approached her, and Abraham got that feeling he always felt right before it began. It began below his navel, and snaked its way upwards into his throat, he heard his pulse hammering in his ears.

There was a tug in his gut, and he grabbed Stella around the waist and brought her to him, violently mashing his lips against hers in a gesture of open sexuality. She returned the kiss with gusto, shoving her tongue into his mouth and accepting his challenge. Then it began. OOOO It started with kissing, but it was truly much more than that.

It was a preliminary battle of wills, a feeling out, as it were. As his tongue swirled with hers, Mia li anal riding black schlong reverse cowgirl interracial japanese ran his hands roughly over Stella's body. He clutched a fistful of her hair, tugging it back so that he could nip and lick as her exposed neck.

She shuddered, but he knew she was nowhere near wooed. It was all an act, a sham to make him believe he was in control of the situation. Abraham bangalore girl north boys sex x storys compost against the flesh of her throat at that. She thought him putty in her hands, a simple man to be seduced and consumed like so many human juice-boxes. As his hands wandered down to the small of her back, Stella began to massage her way across Abraham's shoulders.

Her hands were so warm, his muscles immediately relaxed a bit as she kneaded his flesh. To retaliate, he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Hard. She winced for a second, then purred. As if she hadn't had someone do that before, but she was just now deciding she liked being so roughly handled.

Then, she did something unexpected. Instead of observing the usual pretense, Stella quickly slid her hands from around his neck down along his stomach. She grazed her fingernails along his waist, then plunged her hand into his pants and grabbed at his cock.

Abraham wasn't even fully hard yet. Something was amiss. However, as she expertly teased his head through the thin fabric of his underwear, Abraham became rampantly hard in an instant. All the better to get this over with quickly, he figured, she must be hungry. He growled and slapped her ass with brazen force, causing her knees to buckle. For just an instant before she regained her composure.

Abraham didn't prefer her composed, and his blood began to boil. He felt that familiar force well up inside of him, but he quickly suppressed it. That would have to wait for later. For now, he was just a man locked in a savage tryst with a preposterously beautiful woman. But he knew things could, and would, change in an instant.

He began to feel her presence, then. Her true presence. It started as a small *tick* at the back of his mind, but soon became increasingly insistent in his thoughts. Where before it was a whisper of "fuck me, you're going to fuck me," it quickly grew and changed. In a matter of seconds, the voice was screaming obscenities at him from within his own thoughts, "Fuck me, you little bitch!

Push me up against this fucking railing right now and RAVAGE ME! I want your fucking cock in me right now, and you're going to give it to me, and give it to me, and give it." Abraham struggled for a moment as his cock swelled in Stella's silky-smooth hand.

He even heard himself mutter "Oh, you're going to fucking get it," before he began to push back against the voice bellowing in his mind. Instead of words, he sent a series of images into the thoughts of his companion. First, he showed himself roughly ripping off her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts to the cool air of the warehouse, then flicking and biting her nipples until they became perfectly hard and pointed.

As the stream of images continued to flow into her, Abraham could feel Stella's pulse quicken. She squeezed his cock from within his pants, but he didn't relent.

Next, he was running his tongue down the length of her torso, leaving a wet trail down to her belly button. The image of himself was pulling her shorts down below the curve of her ass, then biting the waistband of her thong and lowering it to expose the neat little trail of hair leading to her sex. He breathed in the scent of her, feeling the intense heat radiating from her perfect, tight little pussy. She yearned for him in his mind's eye, her fingers scrabbling through his hair in an attempt to bring his mouth to meet her.

His head moved inwards, and he stuck out his tongue just enough to lightly tease the skin below her navel. She was shaking then, and he refused to give her what she wanted. She was screaming then, telling him to give her what she wanted, fulfill all of her desires and taste the sweet nectar running from between her lips. He shook his head, laughing, and opened his eyes. His attempt had worked.

He stared head-on at the sweet, puffing lips of Stella's pussy, just as he had projected in her mind. Her fingers still twined through his hair, but as he ceased to push his influence into her, she froze.

She grabbed his hair again, then, trying to pull him to his feet. But it was too late. Abraham dove in, his tongue roughly flicking over her swollen clit as his hands wrapped around her waist and grabbed the firm roundness of her ass. He brought one hand around to the front of her body, and brought two of his fingers to his mouth.

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She growled at him, knowing his intentions. Without pause, Abraham deftly returned his tongue to her clitoris and pushed his fingers into the depths of her sex. Stella moaned in indignation and her knees once again buckled.

He had her just where he wanted her. As he continued to pump his fingers into her tightness, he began to meticulously circle her clit with his tongue. He began to once again exert his influence over her, but was met with resistance.

The first time, it had been all too easy. She had been so focused on controlling him that she hadn't even expected a counterattack. Now, his beam of thought met a strong membrane of repulsion. But his fingers and tongue continued to work at her. Every tiny shudder in her body, every small sigh he heard, weakened her defenses. She wouldn't be long now, and he would have her.

Suddenly, Stella cried out in revulsion. She stepped back from Abraham, and cupped her hands over her mound as if she had been wounded. "What are you?" she breathed as her eyes flashed over him, "You're no ordinary hunter." Abraham brought his fingers to his mouth and licked some of her juices off of them, then laughed derisively, "No.

I am not. Nor are you some innocent little tramp. You have drool coming from the corner of your mouth, slut. Did you want me that badly?" Stella looked as if she had been slapped.

Then she regained her composure, a sweet smile coming across her face as her gaze drifted coyly southwards. "You're one to talk, friend. Your cock's so hard it's practically bursting from your pants. I must be truly tempting you.

And a man of God, at that! Get a grip." Abraham smiled, and cupped his still-wet hand over his iron-hard manhood. "You're damned right. I'm surprised I haven't passed out with all of the blood flowing so directly. What say we finish this, whore?" With that, he tugged at the button fly of his pants, and swiftly lowered them with his underwear to reveal his raging erection.

OOOO Abraham was completely shaven, and a small tattoo in the lovesome cutie spreads soft vagina and gets deflowered of an upside-down cross adorned his skin directly above his manhood.

He gripped the length of himself and beckoned Stella to him. Almost involuntarily, she stepped towards him. She stopped, but only for a moment to shake her head violently. Then she regained her composure and stalked towards him, kicking off her boots and shorts as she did. As she strode, the meager light from the stairwell dimmed, almost as if the building was anticipating their meeting. She began to glow with a soft radiance, a dim red light emanating from her perfectly curved form.

Abraham could see the wetness running down the inside of her thighs, and he squeezed his cock. As drops of precum rose from the tip, Stella's eyes flashed. Her pupils dilated so heavily the deep blue of her eyes was soon completely hidden underneath a veil of black.

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They met, and as their skin pressed together, there was a distant rumble from the base of the building. Cracks ran along the floor where the metal of the stairs met concrete, and the light from the stairwell went out completely. Basking in the warm radiance coming from Stella's body, neither noticed as the temperature in the room rose dramatically.

Abraham took her around the waist and lowered her to the floor, neither flinching as their bare skin pressed against it. Their gazes remained locked, unblinking.

He placed himself at the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed the head of his member along her opening. She shuddered, but smiled devilishly as he prepared himself to enter her. Abraham looked inside himself, then. He found that force that had so assailed him before, and reminded it to remain in check. He didn't want to release that until the time was right. Then, without a twgirlfriends making love and gets fucked on casting, he pushed himself into Stella's pussy.

He entered without retort, and as he felt the warmth of her envelop his cockhead, he knew this was going to be a struggle. Where before they had attacked one another with the force of their minds, this was a battle of pure energy. Their entire beings were at stake here, and neither was willing to let go so easily.

"I don't need you to tell me what you are anymore," she breathed, "I can feel you there now. Hello, cousin." Abraham said nothing, simply stared into the inky depths of her eyes as he continued to push himself into the tight confines of her waiting pussy.

She was so warm, so perfect. Every curve of her supple body glowed with that soft red light, and he could feel the mass of energy that was her core pressing against him. It was as if this looming specter of flame and passion was pressing the walls of her sex against him, ever tighter, ever deeper.

He sank into her, his erection pulsing with heat as the wickedly amazing texture of her silky flesh compressed around him. He began to pump into her with latina rides a big cock inside her butt steady rhythm, and Abraham knew he was pleasing her. He could see it in the frustration on her face, the way her lips pouted so sexily as he delved into her.

Then, something began to change. The angry energy between them dissipated, and Abraham stuttered in his movements for a moment. When he met her eyes again, they were no longer black.

They were a deep, rich, velvety green. Green the color of life, of joy and passion. These were not the eyes of the temptress he had began to fuck. These were her eyes. Abraham gasped, and something inside him faltered. This one was powerful to be able to see inside of him like this. No creature of such abilities should be able to exist on the streets of his city without notice.

Abraham felt that same sensation from before, that something was seriously amiss here. He looked back into those eyes that should not have been, and Stella spoke to him.

"Abraham, it's me. Don't you remember, Abraham?" He felt a stab of such despair enter his heart, he almost let go of his defenses completely. He could stop all of this.

The hunting, hiding, fighting for his very existence. He could let it all go. Abraham roared in defiance and looked directly into those familiar green eyes, "Shut your filthy fucking mouth, whore! You have crows feet lining your eyes, and your pussy is looser than my favorite tube sock." Stella gasped.

Her kind were, above all, creatures of vanity. She blinked, and when her eyes opened again, they were once again a murky, impenetrable darkness. Abraham reached inside himself then, teasing at that wall of anger and passion and pure seething energy from before.

He called out to it, inviting it to come and play. "My name is Abraham DuPree. I am a member of the Black Cross. You will feel my rage, and you will succumb to me!" He bellowed out the last words and began to savagely pump himself into her. The boiling blood of the incubus welled up inside of him, and the rampant power he had been working so hard to conceal within himself ran freely from him into her. She screamed, and her pussy began to convulse around his length as she had the first and final orgasm of her life as a minion of Hell.

As she writhed in pleasure and agony, Abraham continued to fuck her with abandon.

He felt his seed well up inside of him, and as she peaked, her voice reaching almost ultrasonic pitch, he released himself inside of her. Stella's form began to shimmer, and the light that came from within her came out in violent flashes now. As wave after wave of his cum pulsed into her, she felt her power waning. The core of her being, that fiery sphere of power that kept her alive and allowed her to seduce the hearts of men, began to flash and rupture. It drained into her body, and she burst into violet flames as she continued to cum.

The vessel of her perfect form burned from within, and the immense pleasure Abraham felt intensified as he emptied himself into her again and again and again. This was the best part, the rewards of working for the church as a hunter.

He felt such intense ecstasy then, his mind drew blank and he simply burned along with her. Supreme hardcore japanese sex with ruka mihoshi then he began to come down. His cock softened, ever-so-slightly, and he withdrew from her burning form. As he stood to collect his clothes, her flames were extinguished.

Before she reverted to a husk of ash and bone, Abraham saw what Stella truly looked like. She wasn't perfect, but that same leggy blonde shined through. Her hair was more of a golden color than platinum, and her legs weren't quite as toned.

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But it was her. He tutted over her wasted youth and beauty, wondering what this girl might have accomplished if her soul hadn't been corrupted so.

Then she deflated, and as the last fires left her, she simply faded and disappeared. All that was left was a shell of a girl. Like Tyler Greene, thought Abraham.

Suddenly, a flash of silver caught his thoughts, and he realized what had been so wrong with this whole mission. He rushed into the other room and slapped the young man from before.

"Go home, idiot. She's gone." The kid's eyes came into focus, and he mumbled something about getting laid. Then he looked around briefly before simply walking out of the room. Abraham chuckled again at the innocence of youth, and approached the dilapidated mattress in the corner. He plucked the cross from around Tyler's neck, and quickly left the warehouse. OOOO To be continued.