His Prejudice 2

Her tear floored him. To grasp that evil was capable of such deceit...capable of tears. Dropping the stake he whirled away from her, furiously trying to overcome his heated body, struggling to restore his focus. He drew the bottle of holy water from his pocket and turned back, a dangerous smile hardening his lips. "Do you know what this is?" She nodded slowly, her unwavering eyes never leaving his face. "You want to hurt me first, to burn me with hate. You want to validate your kill. So be it." Her stoicism, her – dare he think it – courage, almost had his admiration. Almost. If she wasn't a filthy, defiled creature, he would find room in his heart for mercy, but he didn't have a heart, he didn't believe in mercy. The only thing that truly affected him was her lack of terror – usually sight of the bottle was plenty enough to bring out the beast. He unstoppered the flask, ready to fling the contents in her face...but couldn't. Her unearthly beauty was astounding. To ruin such a visage w