"Evil is apparently in my blood, Fenrir. It clearly doesn’t repulse me. Show me you’re evil. Take advantage of me, touch me." Lucille cooed to him, as she bit her lower lip. "Do you ever feel an urge to hurt me?" She asked him, her voice genuine yet unafraid. As she saw his reaction to her question, her hands found their way up to his collar bones where she let them graze across his skin. "But I do want to know. Does it make you feel powerful?”
"Why are you evil?" Fenrir was shocked that even such a thought would come out of mouth, and as she continued to speak, the male just shook his head. Why was she pushing him? "Lucille, you don't want me. You're just upset because your little boyfriend fucked you over. You don't want me to take you like that." He shook his head, feeling oddly protective over the young woman, despite how much he had ruined her life. "I feel amazing when I kill someone. The power from taking someone's life... the blood... " Fenrir closed his eyes for a second, letting the feeling wash over him, and a shiver ran through his spine - he could tell how close it was to the full moon. The feeling of her fingers against his skin again caused him to reopen his eyes and look at her.
