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[She was never a good girl, but becoming a demon had heightened that femme fatal quality that she had always enjoyed exuding to the world. Despite her changed demeanor and state, she still felt a magnetic pull to certain figures in the city, Shawn especially. What could she say? She enjoyed the rougher sort, those who were as morally grey as she was. Plus, there was something to be said about a man that knew how to wear blood well.
There was something wicked in him. Deep down, he was a demon in the making.
Watching him in the twilight, Helen waited for a time when he was away from his mouse of a sister, preferably when he was in his car. He always seemed to let his guard down there. Tenderly, she whispered into his ear, still lurking in the twilight.]
"Am I the demon on your shoulder now?"
There was something wicked in him. Deep down, he was a demon in the making.
Watching him in the twilight, Helen waited for a time when he was away from his mouse of a sister, preferably when he was in his car. He always seemed to let his guard down there. Tenderly, she whispered into his ear, still lurking in the twilight.]
"Am I the demon on your shoulder now?"
