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Alexa stared dumbly into Gloria’s eyes, transfixed by their crimson depths. “Yes,” Alexa whispered back, her mind seeming to shift to the whim of the vampire’s words, “I’ve grieved, I’ve suffered, and now I need to move on.” “It’s not safe for you here,” Gloria said, tenderly brushing strands of blonde hair from the woman’s face, “you must leave Drastin. Take the emergency stash Terry left you, and start a new life, under a new name.” “Yes,” Alexa said, nodding slightly, “yes, I will go to Grundin, where my parents live.” “Your journey will be long,” Gloria said, “so you must rest now, child, and when you awake, you will feel like a new woman. You will abandon this city of pain and suffering, and live the rest of your days with a light heart.” Alexa’s eyes drooped, and then closed. A blissful smile creased her lips, and her chest began to rise and fall with the steady thrum of sleeping breaths. Gloria let out a sigh, brushed her black, waving hair back, and then picked the widow up like she weighed nothing at all. She draped Alexa’s sleeping body into a loveseat in the corner, and then grabbed a wine bottle, and began to chug. “What kind of enemy do you have,” I said slowly, “that knows where you live and doesn’t kill you?” Gloria held out a delaying finger, tipping the bottle back and draining the last of it. She set the bottle down, wiped purple wine from blood-red lips, and then collapsed into her chair. “An enemy who thinks the proverbial game is just that,” Gloria said, massaging her temples, “a game. I’m not sure if Night Eyes is an anarchist, a terrorist, or just fucking insane, but she’s so far beyond me, Tera. I don’t know how she does what she does, but no matter what I do, no matter what I try, she outmaneuvers me like I’m a child, and then rubs my nose in the shit.” “Stronger than you, Gloria?” I said, sitting down across from her, “What is she?” “A nymph,” Gloria said, “no older than that boy you brought. She was a street urchin as far as I know, anime though her history is mostly hear-say. She got a reputation as a common thug with a penchant for the obscene, then one day, she decided robbing banks was boring, and she took out the Heslin, Nartok and M’nique gangs.” “Holy shit,” I whispered, “she killed the leaders of three syndicates in a day ?” “Ha!” Gloria laughed dryly, taking Alexa’s wine glass off the floor and nursing it, “No, Tera; she killed every single one of them, from the bosses to the messenger boys, in three hours. By herself.” My jaw clicked as it swung open. Nartok, Heslin and M’nique had at least sixty members a piece when I was last in Drastin, and that was two-hundred years ago. “Three, sir, thank you, sir.” I transferred them to my left hand and pulled them away from her slit. I saw her glance down, and I knew she must have seen the grown log in my pants. “My poor baby sore,” he shot back. The girls were still looking at me so I waved at them. He lifted his head and looked her in the eye and said, “Good, I love your cum Baby and I want more of it” “Macie would kill me for touching another girl's ass,” Lola said. I felt myself starting to relax under his touch. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned. Since I created my two lovers, I had such anime stamina. Keep going! I began to pick up speed and rhythm, feeling a growing sense of urgency beginning to build in my loins. Mom had become a shrinking violet, and her breathing had become labored. I don’t need a babysitter. “Yes Melee. She saw me looking and handed it to me. “I was teasing you all day.