(Warning: Violence, graphic scenes and rape ahead. Read at your own peril!)
After feeding on Darius and the few soldiers trying to protect him the other night, Fergus felt rejuvenated.
Things felt like back in his glory days... When he could take any life he pleased, any time he pleased. But it wasn't exactly there yet.
He watched with a sadistic grin when Lupe crawled on the ground, clutching her belly tightly. It seemed he'd broken one of her ribs when he sent her flying here. Too bad.
"You know, your mother didn't have this much fight with her when I killed her." He suddenly paused and mused out loud as if he were deep in thought. "Are you sure you two are related?"
Lupe's tears only flowed out more at that point, but she still glared daggers at him as she snarled. "Rot. In. Hell!" She got up, moving faster than he'd first anticipated.