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Amor est Vitae Essential

"Miss?"

Dark, emotionless eyes scanned the surrounding area. Quietly, the maid strode down the cobblestone hallway, watching every object and keeping her keen ears in tune. She was here, and Daniella could sense it.

"Miss. May I ask of you… what will running away do?"

There was a tapping sound, like feet walking. Daniella's eyes turned to the right, staring at the brown door. Daniella stiffly walked over to it and swung the door open – there Fiona was, hiding in the closet while hugging Hewie to her chest. Fiona wore a terrified expression.

"Rather than run away, let me take care of you. It will soon end."

Fiona gasped and shoved Daniella aside, dashing back down the hall. She grabbed ahold of another doorknob and tried twisting it, but it was no use. Fiona looked back at Daniella. Daniella sneered and watched Fiona squeal, jerking at the knob and banging up against it. "NO!" the blonde girl cried. "No! You locked…! Why?!"

Hewie, meanwhile, had his tail up in the air, his head low, and his ears flattened on his head. His fangs gleamed and he was snarling. Daniella chuckled and swung the sword of glass down on the mutt. Hewie yelped, now on the ground, a pool of blood around him and staining the white fur. The pool grew bigger and bigger and then, suddenly, stopped. Hewie was dead.

"HEWIE! NO!"

Fiona sat down on the ground, covering her face with her hands. Her chest was rising up and down, heaving, and she whimpered, getting herself wet in her own tears.

Daniella quickly made herself over to helpless little Fiona and knelt down on one knee. "You will never escape now. Give me your womb." Fiona drew her hands away from her face and looked up at Daniella, stained with tears and her teeth pressed together, in trying to keep herself from howling with despair. But still, Daniella calmly waited for an answer. When none came, she grabbed Fiona by the neck. Fiona grasped at Daniella's wrists and tried to tug them away, but it was no use.

Daniella squeezed tighter, a smile crossing her cold lips. She took her blade and cut open the cloth of Fiona's outfit, exposing the smooth stomach. She prodded it, letting little strands of blood slide down and drop to the floor. Fiona tried to choke out a few words, "Please stop!", but those words never came. Daniella chuckled, and soon her laughter grew until it was an uncontrollable burst of insanity. Her head slung left and right, the smile never fading. At this she cut Fiona wide open, blood spilling out, and Daniella stuck her hand inside the wound. Fiona's mouth filled with her blood as well, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Now in Daniella's hand were the sex organs of a young woman. Finally, she would be complete – the Azoth in the flesh itself was still alive.

My theory on what Daniella is really after. Thank you for reading!