Watching the man fly away, he had taught her everything she needed to know, except his name, sighing she decided it was time to subject the cave to her new skills. Laughing, she walked in the direction she had come, and soon was back at her home, and soon to be killing ground.
"Marona, Marona, she's okay" a voice yelled, and as she sauntered into the cave, she was confronted with a sea of faces, some visible upset, most just looked furious.
"Where have you been?" Johorran challenged her, "the cave has been out looking for you, you've been gone for a day."
"Have I?" Marona asked nonchalantly, she had seen his rage, but she would wait to show him hers. "I didn't realise, oh well, I'm here now, but it's nice you were worried about me" she sneered, and with that she cast him off and indifferently strolled to her hearth, leaving an extremely livid and irate leader behind.
And in her home that night she decided that Johorran would be her first victim.
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The next day, Marona stayed within the confines of her hearth, hiding her head under a thick hide against the bright sunlight that filtered into the cave. But no one thought anything of this; it was Marona being her normally difficult self.
So that evening when she appeared, no one was bothered by her strange behaviour and when she got up and left the cave, no one blinked an eyelash.
Marona had seen Johorran leaving the cave, "probably going to relieve himself" she reflected, so she had decided to follow him. Walking with stealth, she stalked him and meeting him just as he was about to return, she smiled seductively at him.
"What are you doing here, Marona?" he challenged, "you know this area is only for the men, you shouldn't be here." Trying to push past her, he felt her small hand clamp over his wrist. Thinking he could just jerk it off, he tried, but found that her grip was decidedly strong. Looking at her with annoyance, he demanded "what do you want?"
"Why I want you, Johorran" she told him.
"Well, I'm not interested, you know I'm with Proleva." he responded.
"But, I'm interested, and that is all that matters, it doesn't matter what you want" she sadistically spoke.
"What do you mean by that?" he seethed.
"I mean this" she replied, and for the first time, she felt her teeth growing as her face changed.
Startled for a moment, he froze, but then realising his situation, he tried to run, but it was too late.
"You can run, but you can't hide," she sniggered, landing behind him, she threw him around to face her, seeing his terrified face, she revelled in the control she held over him, "say goodbye" she scoffed, as she sank her fangs into his neck, and sucked him dry.
Leaving his limp body where it had fallen on the ground, she kicked some snow to cover it, and wiping her mouth, headed back to the cave, pleased with her night's work.
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The next night she decided to creep up on one of the young women asleep in her furs, careful to bite her where nobody would notice the cut, she watched the girl as she died, and the next day, she listened to the cries of a mother at the sudden death of her child. And Marona's heart was cold.