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John Matthew squared off at his target and tightened his grip on his blade On the far side of the gys hanging from the bottom lip of the bleacher section As he concentrated, the middle one became a lesser in his mind He pictured the white hair and the pale eyes and the pasty skin that haunted his drea over thick plastic skin

His little body had neither speed nor strength, but his as enormous And sometime in the next year or so, the rest of him would catch up to the power of his hatred

He Couldn&039;t Fucking Wait For his transition to hit

Lifting his blade over his head, he opened hisca a whole lot of noise

As far as he was concerned, the lessers had killed his parents Tohr and Wellsie had taken him in, told him what he really was, showed him the only love he&039;d known When those bastard slayers had murdered her and Tohr had disappeared, John had been left with nothing but his revenge¡ªrevenge for them and the other innocent life that had been lost back in January

John approached the bag running flat out, with his arm above his shoulder At the last instant, he ducked into a ball, rolled on thethe bag from underneath If it had been a real coone into the lesser&039;s gut Deep

He twisted the hilt

Then he sprang to his feet and spun around, i on to the hole in its abdo himself bury the blade in the back of the neck¡ª

"John?"

He whirled around, panting

The female who approached made him tremble¡ªand not just because she&039;d surprised the shit out of him It was Beth Randall, the half-breed queen, the feely, whenever she was around, his head went on a little vacation, his brain seizing up, but at least he didn&039;t pass out any her

Beth ca, lean female dressed in jeans and a white turtleneck, her dark hair the exact color of his As she ca scent on her, a dark perfu happened through sex, as the spice was always strongest at First Meal when they came down from their bedroom

"John, will you join us up at the house for the last ht?"

I have to stay and practice, he signed in Ae Everyone in the household had learned ASL, and the concession to his weakness, to his lack of voice, irked him He wished they didn&039;t have to make any allowances for him He wished he were normal

"We&039;d like to see you And you spend so much time here"

Practice is important

She eyed the blade in his hand "So are other things"

As he continued to stare at her, her dark blue eyes looked around the gyument

"Please, John, we&039;re¡­ I&039;m worried about you"