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my prey hurls himself up the rungs that have, for the moment, saved his life and once again starts for the roof.
    “Fool!” we chuckle and continue to scale, quickly reaching the rooftop mere seconds after he does. “We aren't finished with you!”
    Shaking in fear, the therion takes several broad steps back, too petrified to take his eyes off of us. We're like nothing he's ever seen, and with good goddam reason! Our situation—our curse —is a last resort; a punishment concocted to be so severe that those cast with it would have an eternity to regret the decision that warranted its use.
    And we do!
    Every.
    Fucking.
    Night!
    But right now—right here—it's his time to regret!
    It's his time to suffer.
    He's shed the last of his confidence and we sneer at the sight as he continues to shiver and slink back like a beaten animal. The gesture triggers something within him and the last ounce of control holding in his dignity shatters and he begins to piss on himself.
    We cackle again.
    Our laughter rolls forward with the fury and malice this wretched mutt has come to know us for in the little time we've known him and we take him in our sights—still roaring with exuberance—and let our eyes tell him just how much we want to see him suffer.
    His bladder finds more fuel at that moment.
    Whimpering and whining, he steps back once more and finds…
    Us!
    We smirk as he spins and finds us standing behind him; realizing then that our vampire capacity for moving faster than the eye can see has not been lost on our new body.
    And then he sees the truth…
    We've been playing with him! Fucking with him from the very start!
    The chase. The struggle. The effort.
    Nothing more than our own game of cat and mouse.
    “Game over, motherfuc—GAHH!!”
    “Let him go.” A voice from behind resounds both in our ears and echoes in our skull and a tremor spreads through our body. Somehow, through the struggle within us, we keep the writhing mutt in our grasp . I SAID PUT HIM DOWN , ZANE!
    The roaring voice in our head stirs something deep within us; something we distantly recognize…
    We put him down.
    He's on the ground for less than ten seconds, staring intermittently between us and his savior, before she tells him to get lost. Realizing this is the only chance he's going to get, he does just that.
    “What are you doing here?” we snarl, watching as our quarry hightails it over the roof; leaving only his canine stink and a trail of urine to remember him by. “You getting a wet spot for mongrels all of a sudden?”
    “What I've got a wet spot for is hardly your concern, you asshole!” Zoey steps around—her short, bluish-black hair sweeping through the darkness like a shark's fin in dark water—and locks on us with a pair of angry blue eyes brighter than the moon. Despite being more than four feet shorter than us, she crosses her arms over her chest and lets a moment of silence waft between us with a static pause as a disapproving mother would a reckless child. “Would you care to try to explain?”
    We snarl at her, “WE DO NOT ANSWER TO YO—”
    “Enough, Zane,” she holds up a small hand and rolls her eyes at us.
    At US! How dare she—
    “Pardon me? How dare I what ? You think being a jerk to a therion who made you upset is making good use of your time; or, better yet, your life ?” her hair shifts angrily as her sea-blue aura starts to slip free and tussle it and she stabs a finger towards the corner that the therion had made his escape, “Would you like to try that with me , Zane? You want to use this gift as a—”
    We roar in her face, “IT'S A CURSE!! WE ARE—”
    “Shut up.” Her aura whips forward at that moment and ensnares us by the throat with enough grip to hold us. We feel the rage build up within us—the dark thing darting about within our body and sinking its toxic fangs into any part it can find to drive us to fight—and we try to throw our own red aura at her to counter. She absently bats it away