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The small child, pale and quivering, was huddled over the woman’s corpse. He assumed it was her mother and moved to comfort the bereft youth.
“Was that your mommy,” he asked as he leaned down to comfort her.
The child’s head snapped around and he had a flash of a mouth full of needle fangs before seeing her eyes – her soulless black eyes as dark as the blackest pits of hell. He felt his soul sucked into those eyes – he never felt her fangs.