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Vivianna walked through the clearing, easing out from behind a cluster of trees it was a beautiful night. Unfortunately, the scene before her wasn’t exactly the activity she had in mind.
“This is all wrong.” The blond said almost as an afterthought, yet loud enough to announce her presence.
Lust had come upon Roman digging a grave, it seemed like this was one of his pastimes. The sound of her boots on the dried leaves announced her, but the other still seemed too focused on the matter at hand.
Pausing to watch him it was interesting to see how one person’s actions could fuck up the natural order. There were to be two of them there, now with Peter wrapped up in the sheet beside his own grave, this was going to be a problem. The Sin could hear the faint sounds of a heartbeat, but he wasn’t going to last very long if something wasn’t done. She couldn’t tip her hand right now certain things still had to play out. Yet it was this little detour caused the original plan to go completely off the rails. Deviations she expected, but this was a trip into the absurd that had been completely unnecessary.
“I’m beginning to think you have a fetish for burying bodies, perhaps you should become an Undertaker since you seem to enjoy the activity so much.” the blond said standing a few feet behind him, “If one is disposing of their friends, I shudder to wonder who’s next.”
Noticing that he almost seemed to be replaying whatever brought about this unfortunate turn of events she smirked, “I think you thought it would be me you would be throwing dirt on after you squeezed my throat a little too tightly.”
She had only given him insights into the fact that she wasn’t human a few times before; some things could be explained away while leaving lingering doubts behind. But this was one of those times that it had to be done, “And before you get too excited don’t think you are going to put me into the hole beside or on top of your latest victim.”