Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath - Chapter Four

Book One of Seven

Wren let her fangs extend, sinking into soft human flesh. Blood instantly rushed into her awaiting mouth, relinquishing the hunger that had obtained her. The beast inside her demanded that it be fed, or hell would be unleashed. When she finished feeding, the hunger was finally sated, for now.

The next objective was to find Kevin Barabas and finish him off. His crime was prejudice. Now, he would pay the toll of death. This would be the last sin he committed forever. Now, when is came to hunting down her prey, Wren was an excellent stalker. No on could compare to her, except for maybe her six other sisters.

But, now was the time to get moving. One of her fellow clan sisters had woken her right when her spirit was placed back in her body. Wren was very thankful. Flipping her red hair, which was prized in the Followers of Setites clan, because it apparently was considered a mark of Setites, Wren smoothed out her clothing. Then she glanced up at the black sky with her red outlined eyes. Wearing red eyeliner always made her red eyes stand out. Well, she, as a matter of fact, always wore red eyeliner. It was just a thing.

But the impulse to kill was heated, so it was hunting time. While she looked up at the sky, Wren allowed her body to transport to 101 Easton Street, exactly where Kevin Barabas lived. Smiling slightly, Wren kicked open the door, finding Kevin up on his feet, walking toward her. "Who the hell—" But he never got to finish his sentence because with a quick flick of Wren’s wrist, Kevin’s head was severed from his body. "Shallow bastard." Wren mumbled, as she bent down and rubbed the blood between her fingers. "I almost felt sorry for you but I—" Her voice cut off as flame red symbols appeared on her left arm. They burned with an intensity that she had never experienced before out of her dreams. All Wren could manage to say was, "Fuck."

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"She’s very close." Pierce announced, right before he zipped toward a blue house on Easton Street. "Pierce, wait up!" Brink yelled, but there was no stopping him. "No fucking way Brink." Pierce replied to himself. "I’m a true Tremere, not some panzy-eyed cock that is a fucking retarded." Coming to a complete stop, the burn mark on Pierce’s arm tickled, signaling that his mate was indeed inside.

When he reached for the doorknob, pain flicked though him. "Clever." Pierce muttered, taking a step back. Then using his blood magic, Thaumaturgy, he unlocked the door, and banished the spell. Whipping open the door, he saw her, clutching her left arm. Behind her was written wrath and prejudice in Kevin’s crimson blood. On the ground was his body, with his head dismembered. "I found you." Pierce said, smiling and revealing sharp, long fangs.

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