She looked down at me and just stared. I could see her white fangs glistening, yet she didn't move. "Why aren't you trying to kill me?..." I pondered hesitantly. She blinked once more. And emotionlessly, replied, "I'm not the one you should be afraid of, he is." She stretched out her thin boney arm and pointed behind me.
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