“Sorry about your boyfriend,” Azira says, then wipes your boyfriend’s blood — whom she just ate — off her mouth with her slim fingers & licks her fangs smoothly, smirking, glancing back at you with a dead but crazed look in her red eyes.

“All those ’muscles’ didn’t help much.” Azira explained cockily, standing straight up & walking towards you slowly, her head tilted creepily, the end of her large, purely white angel wings—which was strange to see in this situation—touching the floor.