It was raining just as hard as it was that night, perhaps harder, and it made her remember very well. She remembered how the sky wept for her, how her life had seemed so hopeless. And in a way, that was true. It had been hopeless. After all her life had ended that night, while the sky had wept.
But from her ashes a Phoenix had arisen, and brought her rebirth, a rebirth she had long since learned to revel in. Her Sire had showed her many things, but as soon as she could, she struck out on her own, eager to explore this new existence for herself.
She smiled, a smile the old her never would have thought possible. Because it was all so nostalgic. Except now the sky wept for someone else, and would continue to cry until she ceased to hunt. And that wasn’t going to happen for a long while yet. The hunt gave her the greatest pleasure of all.
Her prey was just up ahead, cowering in the rain as three men advanced on her, malicious lust in their eyes.
Oh this just couldn’t get any better.
She let out a roar and the men froze, paralyzed with fear. Fear of her, fear of a true predator. With a great leap, she attacked, rending flesh and tearing limbs from their wretched bodies.
Amidst her new life, amidst the carnage and the bloodshed, only one thing had remained constant.
She still saw through dead eyes.
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