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"Perfect Night"

The ghoul screams,
a gaping hole through her chest,
as a gloved hand pulls back.
She has stopped,
her flesh dissolving
into meaningless ashes
that drift away on the wind like so much dirt.
The police girl,
the one with sapphire eyes
and blazing red hair,
will live . . .
for another thirty minutes or so.
The No Life King is hunting tonight.
To banish impure souls
into eternal damnation
makes his eyes gleam
like a wolf on the prowl.
Afraid, she raises a trembling weapon
and pulls the trigger.
Firing her gun will do the girl no good.
He's already recovering.
He's not human.