Just another vampire, a killer... just another creature to kill. No soul, no sense of right and wrong, only evil, pure evil, and with an unnatural desire for death...

Red hair, eyes dark against her pale skin... he noticed this in the split second it took to register that she was about to kill another, kill like she had killed so many times before. She looked like a girl, a girl who had had her whole life in front of her, before she had been taken by the demon inside... And now she was just one of them, another killer, another killer who should die, properly die...

But as he impaled her onto the broken piece of wood, as he watched her face contort in agony in the few seconds it took for her to turn into nothing but dust in front of his eyes, Oz found himself wondering something as he watched another unlife end, something he thought he had managed to stop himself wondering as the months had passed, and he had grown used to his 
life as a white hat...

Who was that girl?

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