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Angel of death
Angel Of Death Alone in her bed, Claudia felt a rush of all sorts of emotions. She was still covered in the blood of her lover, Charlie. His name once rolled off her tongue and past her lips in such a sweet manner but now... now his name brought horrific grief to the young one.
All in one night Claudia had lost her virginity to a man she loved, fed on him, the sweetest meal she had ever had, and then killed him. She hadn't meant to. She had been so lost in the euphoric moment of lust and hunger that she hadn't been able to control herself.
She had begged her parents, begged Uncle Les to help. She knew he could have if he wanted to. The trouble was he didn't want to. Instead, he used this as a lesson to Claudia. That she'd never be anymore, have any more than just him and Louis.
This heartbreaking reality finally hit Claudia as Lestat forced her to drag Charlie's body to the incinerator and watch it burn. Watch his beautiful form and face melt away into the nothingness death seemed to be.
Now alone here she lay in pure emotional turmoil. Laughing, crying, completely distraught, and suffering something close to temporary insanity it felt like. That was until she felt something.
Claudia was alone in her little white coffin with pink satin inside. At least she thought she was alone. Suddenly though she could smell him, Charlie. Was it his blood she was still covered in? No. She felt someone lay beside her and whisper in her ear.
"You still my angel Claudia. Angel of death. You still mine." That voice. Claudia would know it anywhere. It was Charlie. He was still here.. somehow. The sound of him whispering sweetly into her ear, the weight of him beside her was enough to lull poor sweet Claudia to sleep.
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