:Regina:
Regina sits with Nami looking at the bridge as it spans the river, the dark water flowing under it, lit only by the dim light that creeped through the clouds. Winter was coming, the nights were becoming easier to handle.

"la dame Regina, c'est le temps pour moi pour manger.." Nami chokes out, sadness clearly evident in her voice. Her soft voice breaks the silence. Regina nods to her, before biting her wrist. Nami winces as Regina's blood begins pooling from the wound.

"Buvez" Regina instructs. Nami is torn. Her body aches for the delicious blood of her mistress, but her soul can't stand to see her harmed. The soul lasts for some time, before the body defeats it, and Nami drinks long and deep. Regina strokes Nami's hair as she sucks the vitae out of her, looking out on the water as it flows past the bridge, eternal in its course, restricted and restrained, yet free. There is some deeper meaning there, but she cannot grasp it. Finally, she feels Nami begin to suck a little too much. "Nami" And the girl stiffens, and straightens. "Pardonnez-moi s'il vous plaît la dame, je n'avais aucun désir de vous faire du mal." Nami gets up and heads down to campus. It doesn't take her more than an hour before she has found a young boy desperate to deflower her. She points to the bridge, and when he is in front of her, down comes the wooden stick on his head. He crumples like a bag of stones. Nami picks him up and carries him to Regina. Regina feasts on the man's bitter blood, full of the disturbing flavor of lust. She takes a little more than she should to keep him alive and well; he will be most weak for the next few days. a physical affliction to match his spiritual one.
"Nami, please remove his pants and undergarments. He will not be needing them." Nami gives a wicked smile as she takes the garments, and throws them in the river. She and Regina return to her car. There is something wrong with her though. The blood in her veins feels thicker somehow, more sluggish.

Regina smiled all the way home.

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