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a burning rage, if only he had his weapon. "Oh look yet another human at our feet." came a voice, he would trace the source to a silver haired woman setting on a step of the grand staircase. She lazily stirred her finger in a champagne glass filled with blood before dipping it inside her mouth. As she did a pair of fangs protrude and rest upon her ruby painted lips before disappearing once more behind her lips. His anger evident upon his face would be noticed by the man who stood to the left of her, his hair as silver as her own. He would glance to the girl, "Would you like another slave Emaline?" a bored sigh escapes her lips, "No I have more than enough." Both their heads turned to the staircase as another girl descended the steps