
Grace’s bite shredded Laurent’s throat in a hot red shower of meat and blood. It pattered down to the dirty alley floor, staining the dirty gray drifts of snow. She pulled her clenched fist out of his chest cavity, bring a tide of viscera and gore, even as she lunged in for a second bite. The alley walls echoed with that metallic reptile growl vibrating in her throat and she shook him like a terrier shaking a rat, dropping the body and giving it a solid kick. “Who’s replaced now, you sleazy little shit?” “Holy fuck!” Honey squealed, falling...





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