"Very good, My Love," he smiled, joining her on the floor. Stroking her cheek, he kissed her. "I knew it was in you."

My new life, Max thought, as she kissed him back reluctantly. For Ella. I'll kill for her. "Why?"

"Perfect," he breathed, taking in her covered in blood. "You're mine now."Say it."

"I'm yours."

"Come," he said. "You've killed and started your training. Tell me how it feels."

"I feel nothing."

"Oh, you'll feel," he smiled, guiding her to her room. "Get some rest, My Love, I'll see you in the morning."


"No," Kenny said, as they looked out the splayed out body left at the Sheriff station. "This wasn't Max."

Jimmy handed him the note sadly. "It's sloppier than the previous kills."

For Kenny. This is who I am now. Stop looking."

"He made her. He's threatening Ella."

Jimmy looked at the multiple stab wounds. "She made it hurt."


6 Months Later:


"She's perfect," Max said, stroking the infants arms. "What should we name her?"

"Look at your sister, Ella," he said, putting her on the bed with them. "Isn't she perfect?"

Ella nodded, snuggling in close to her mother. "She's pretty, Mommy."

"Like you," Max smiled, happy with her daughters in her arms.

"Oh, Maxine," he smiled, kissing her cheek. "She looks like you."

Max smiled back at him, tilting her head back as he kissed her. "We need to move on soon."

He nodded, watching his Love and children. Perfect, he thought, they're just perfect. Maxine, he thought, she's merciless. She delights in what she is now. Months, it only took months to convert her into this. She is thinking of killing the remaining women now, even as she cuddles our daughters. "Oh, how I love you."

"I love you too," Max said, as she began to breast feed their daughter. "She's not the only one who is thirsty."

"That's my bride," he said, handing her a glass of blood and flesh from their most recent kill. "You need to keep up your strength for the next part."

Max took a long drink, before passing the glass to Ella. "I can't wait."


The End...