Scarlett Devereaux

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What will you get?

There is one way to find out…

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There are so few who have lived as long as I. The things I’ve seen. Felt. Done. And I wouldn’t change a single thing…

Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl

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Blood and bad decisions

I could not agree more, my dear.

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Solo Storyline Thread ✍️🩸

+ I could not smell him! If Mr. Grisham had been a werewolf while he was alive, I would have picked up his scent. And I never did, not once.”
“So, you’re saying…”
“He was human the whole time I knew him. His family turned him. And /then/ they killed him…”

TBC

+ They killed him, because he did not want to be a werewolf like them. It was revenge…”
“Wait… “ the Detective speaks sleepily, “Grisham /was/ a werewolf. We saw him…”
“We saw him /after/ he had been murdered!” my excitement causes my voice to raise, “Do you not see? +

+ home, I call the Detective, the sound of his mumbling voice telling me that I have woken him from a deep slumber.
“Detective, we were wrong about the Grishams,” I blurt out without even offering a greeting, “They do not need his money. +

+ that permeated my senses and always made me feel slightly nauseous.
Backing away from the window, I move with haste back to my own shop and home. How could I not have come to this realisation sooner? How could I have missed such a crucial detail?
The moment I arrive +

+ The smell hits me before I even see anyone. A stink I had not detected in over one hundred and fifty years. Living werewolves. Ironically, Grisham’s werewolf corpse did not carry such a pungent odour to me. But when a werewolf was alive, they emitted an unmistakable musk +

+ so desperate for the inheritance of a modest, watch-repair shop owner? The theory of financial motivation for this murder started to feel thinner.
As I silently approach the front of the home, taking care to avoid the security cameras, I peek in through the window. +

+ home for some rest. No sooner had he left than I swiftly made my way to the home of Grisham’s son and daughter-in-law.
The residence is lavish and elaborate, which immediately causes my perfectly sculpted eyebrows to raise. Clearly, they had money. So, why would they be +

+ the vast scale that humans did.
Forgive my digression…
I had informed the Detective that we would both be served to get some sleep, and suggested we could depart for Mr. Grisham’s family’s residence the following evening. He had readily agreed and departed to his own +

+ but as a vampire that has existed for over 400 years, I had learned that humans were incredibly flawed creatures. And many were even more dangerous than I was. No vampire had ever started a world war or committed an act of terrorism. We killed, that was true. But never on +