Asa
Writer...Dream...Fantasy
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Waking she once more found their "sacrifice" bound kneeling in the great room. Long slender legs carrying her towards the latest male. She wondered his crime or offense that placed him in her home. For many centuries now she has been cared for by the inhabitants of this town. Their offerings of criminals in exchange for her protection and care kept them safe and her a surprisingly steady supply of meals. No one from the town feared her in fact she taugght many of them the natural ways of herbs magic and history. Offering jobs of gardening and maintenance to those that needed work. None in the town wanted for anything. The foolish drovers and wandering outlaws the fell to the impression that this little miles from nowhere little town was easy pickings found that there were if fact worse things than prison or death. There was however something different about this one... a need was there unlike the others. She would enjoy this one she was sure of that an perhaps where the others failed and died perhaps this one might be different... legend spoke of those in ancient times who seemed to thrive and find purpose in serving her kind. Perhaps that race did not fade away to the onslaught of time simply blended with the rest of humanity only time would tell.
Adriana
She was immortal surviving not only on blood and the emotions evoked within the blood of the person but the emptiness buried in the soul and basically essence of the victim.