The act filled her with a deep sense of both satisfaction and cold justice. She felt particularly proud of herself seeing how she was the one to serve this justice. The blood on her arm only amused her slightly. It reminded her of her achievement. The quick, skilled move of a practiced killer. He had got her the last time but defeat at the hands of an enemy only drove her to revenge. And boy was it sweet.
She was watching him for some time now, observing how his movements displayed to the untrained eye, a complete lack of interest in her. But having been struck before, she knew he had an unquenched thirst for her blood. Having tasted it once, he longed for it even more. He ran circles around her, whispering things meant to confuse her. But this time she was ready. She had learnt her lesson the hard way. She knew that all it took was a single moment of distraction, a single mistake and he would win again. So she waited patiently as he moved closer, his whisper louder, perfectly in tune to the sound of her growing heartbeat. He touched her skin, went for her blood and she killed the mosquito.
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