Payback (CECEYOUEVILWOMANYOU)

[Jude Bennett]

It was about midday, with the sun high and the weather warm. Jude stalked angrily through the forest, not caring to take the time to shift into his human form. His sleek body slithered past the trees, his fur gleaming dimly in the random patches of sunlight. He couldn't believe what he had witnessed. He couldn't believe he was alone. Again. Why the f*cking hell did he have to do this? He had already done it once, and now again?! Were you f*cking kidding him?! The beast snarled and shook his head, his eyes bright crimson. He was out for blood today.

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Cece licked her fingers clean of human blood. Why, of all blood, did Angel blood taste the best? It was so tangy, so sweet, so sour, and so... Warm. The hands of a Sceer were not typically above cold. They weren't particularly warm creatures. Warmth was comforting, and there was nothing comforting about Cecelia. She cute be completely charming and adorable when needed, but that's not who she was. Murderous, violent, promiscuous. That sounded about right. Cece had murdered a young little Angelic Shapeshifter, but the poor thing was fallen, and thus far too easy to kill. And now her little boyfriend was out to avenge the sweet little girl's death. Oh how sad, he thought he stood a chance. Cece paused, her eyes sensing something. It didn't take much searching to see little Jude not too far away. "Oh, you poor thing, out here all by yourself. Where's your lover? Oh... That's right. I ate her!" Cecelia giggled. His demons snapped at her angrily, but they didn't dare attack her.

[Jude Bennett]

That voice. That damned voice. The hound's ears swiveled in a flash to the origin, his head immediately following suit. His blood-red eyes instantly landed on the girl. No. She wasn't a girl. She was a sick, twisted, murderous b*tch who apparently liked to kill poor, innocent blondes that just may or may not have had a tie on the hound's heart. Jude's anger flared at the thought of Kat, fueled off of his despair and anguish at the loss of the pretty fallen angel. He was a fool for opening his heart again, and he knew it, too. He knew it the whole f*cking time. The beast snarled angrily in response to the redhead's comments. He was going to murder her. Without giving her so much as a second glance, the hound shot forward, headed straight for the woman who had so easily killed his second love. In a matter of seconds his sharp fangs were inches away from her throat as he brought the both of them down to the ground by a quick... Mauling, if you would.