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Post by Vespyr on Dec 27, 2009 20:13:13 GMT -8
Vespyr shrugged when Quan mentioned the other employee; no, she hadn't known. He had probably been in the back when she entered so she didn't see him, but it didn't matter. Even if the cops did show up, all they would find would be a dead body with its eyes cut out.
Her slender hand closed around the handle of the knife.
The table was suddenly kicked toward her.
Vespyr jumped to the side in mute alarm, seizing Quan by his shirt collar as he tried to escape. Given that she had been closer to the door due to her position at the table and having dodged the thing as it flew past, Quan would have no chance of getting past her. He would find himself suddenly out of breath as his collar was wrenched tightly against his throat.
The table clattered heavily to the ground with a loud bang a few feet from the counter.
Vespyr would pull the boy toward her with all her strength, past her, literally hurling his body to the ground. She tossed the knife from her left hand to her right, the blade glittering happily, shining beads of blood flying carelessly from its sharp edge. She would drop to the ground on top of him, her knees pinning his arms to the floor. She would hold the knife to his throat, vertically, the silver point digging into his flesh just below his adam's apple. If he made any attempt to struggle away from her grasp, she would easily drive the shining blade through his throat and he would drown in his own blood.
Violet eyes flashed gravely in the dark.
"Shhh...." Vespyr whispered, running a willowy finger along the side of his face in a tender manner. "Don't ruin the moment."
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