She glanced over her shoulder as Vincent walked in the room. His eyes moved around the room and caught sight of her kill, and he grimaced. "The least you could do is clean up after yourself, pet". He said in his silky deep voice tinged with a perfectly groomed British accent of the aristocracy. She chuckled softly, then inhaled, taking her time to slowly blow out the smoke that had filled her lungs. Nasty habit, smoking was. But, for her, it didn't matter. She could shoot up heroin if she wanted to and never worry about overdosing. That was the beauty of being Vampyr. Glacing up she raised her eyebrow slightly as her full glossy lips turned up at the corner in a grin. "Oh, I am sure your pretty boy minion there can take care of that mess quite well.. " she said as she cast her eyes on the slim framed, blonde haired and pale blue eyed vampire standing next to Vincent. She saw Vincent's lips just barely twitch as he tried to hold back a smile. ...
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