Don't Touch.

The blood tasted foul. She never did like the taste of adolecence. The beast inside her however went wild. She stopped for a moment, then looked up at the bat. "Shape shifter." She muttered before walking out of the room. "Never. Touch me. Again." She snarled.

He blonde curls flew out behind her as she left, the sweet taste of the kid's blood on her lips. It was too sweet.

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