Nerezza slashed her wand violently, aiming for a student nearby the front door. Watching as the blood poured all over the poor creature's skin, she simply smiled. Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and pinned the child to the wall before moving her tongue across his neck. Her entire body shook as his blood ran down her throat, giving her the much needed boost. Feeling him squirm against her, she cackled wildly, throwing him away from her when she was finished. He looked up at her from the ground, aghast, but she simply smiled. Wiping at her mouth, she touched her bloodied fingers to her lips and sucked on them gratefully, having missed the flavor of the crimson liquid.
Her eyes slid back into her head with pleasure, the black fading into emerald at the return of her abnormal sanity. As she turned to find someone else to torment, her green eyes fell on a lone figure standing outside. The door had been blasted open naturally and she could see him perfectly. The smile that twisted her now caramel face was both beautiful and frightening. Without looking at anyone else, she stepped outside and murmured in her velvet purr, "Well, well, well . . . Sterling Silver. It has been quite a while. Are you just going to stare at me like a buffoon or are you going to ask me how my stay in Azkaban was?" Her smile turned vicious and she stepped down the stairs slowly, each movement she made causing the new blood upon her to leak down across her caramel skin. She had a bullet wound in her arm, which hadn't yet stopped bleeding. It was still causing her pain, but she loved it, as she enjoyed the one that had been shot into her back.
Her black dress had been tattered, but she hadn't taken the time to notice it. Her caramel legs were sticky with blood and sweat but she didn't seem to realize it. Her entire focus was on the young boy in front of her, the one that she had found extremely handsome and devastatingly good. She had always found it irritating, but had enjoyed kissing him on those few occasions. It had always tortured that damned Chase Moor. Cackling wildly, she twirled in front of him, similar to a gothic and twisted ballerina before stopping right in front of him. Her lips formed into that wolf-like smile as she reached out to trace his squared jaw with a pointed fingertip before she whispered, "How are you, darling? Long time no see." Her smile turned ruthless.