Joitair and Cileess were disappointed in Damien for leaving them behind when he went in for the kill, but he was an easy man to follow. They stepped out of the trees by the tomb. The blood ravens tensed as they passed through the trees, but relaxed a little when they saw who it was. The twins kept moving and each of the blood ravens nodded with respect as they passed, slowly but deliberately entering the tombs. They sauntered down a quiet corridor, looking for any humans, then their wish was granted. A pair of guards dove around the corner in front of them, they stopped and smiled wickedly, watching the men stop and look to each other with confusion.

"You're not allowed in here misses" one guard ventured, but both twins smiled, revealing their long fangs. The guards drew back for a moment then, realizing that there were two of them and two vampires, the calmed down a bit and aimed their swords at the twin's necks.

"You picked the wrong place to wander into vampires." The twins only smiled wider. "No," they said in unison. "It is you who picked the wrong place to wander," as they spoke the men's blades were pulled out of their hands and flung to the end of the hall behind the twins by invisible hands. Both men were shocked and began to back up. "And we," the twins continued, closing in on the pathetic humans "Are not normal vampires," The men turned and ran. The twins had expected this; the men froze, held by some invisible force. "We aren't finished with you yet." the men were pulled back around to face the vampires. "You can't go until we say you can go..." Cileess said, the smile on her face growing. "...and we say you can go when you are dead." Joitair finished. Each reached up with their right hand, long nails reaching into each man's right eye socket, and ripped out the eyes. The men's screams echoed down the long corridors, but unluckily, anyone who could have helped them was lying dead at the entrance. The twins licked the blood from the eyes, then smiling at the men's screams and the horrific, bloody eye sockets; they bit into the slimy flesh and began to devour their victims. The men screamed louder, their vision cloudy with the loss of an eye. "Don't worry dears; you'll learn to live with only one eye..." Cileess said mockingly. "...not that you'll be around much longer to enjoy it." Joitair finished. Leaning in they kissed the men, pulling them closer, deeper until the men's tongues were in their mouth, then they bit. The men screamed again, pulling away, but their screams were now inapprehensible for not only had they no tongues, but their mouths were filling with blood and they were choking. The twins swallowed, then leaned in, kissing the men again, this time drinking the blood that threatened to drown them, they would not get off so easy. The tongues healed at the twin's touch and stopped bleeding, but the worst was still to come. Their outside arms drew back, Joitair's left and Cileess' right, as if to punch the men, but their fingers were out, nails pointed like daggers at the men. The guard's eyes were locked on these hands, wide and full of fear. The twins looked into these eyes, calling them to look into theirs. "Scream," they said softly. Their hands rushed forward plunging deep into the men's chests, and they did scream, like little girls. Screams had always amazed the twins. Take even the biggest, toughest man, eat his eyes and stick your hand in his chest and he will scream like a little child facing a nightmare, and that was before they saw their beating heart in your hand. This is what happened to the guards. As they looked back down to the twin's hands, now in the men's chests they felt a undiscoverable pain and the hand's came out, in them were the men's hearts. They screamed again, louder, higher, but still no one came to their rescue, though the sound echoed through the entire tomb, down to it's base in the catacombs. The twins raised the hearts so the men could see them better eith their single eye, then shoved them into their owner's mouth. "Eat," they said loudly, blocking the men's nostrils with their powers. "Eat," they said again, the men, lacking air were forced to bite into their own hearts and swallow the bloody bite. The twins laughed loudly, forcing the men to take another bite, but now that their hearts were gone, death would come quickly, and more torture must happen before then. The twins finished the hearts for the men, then went for the other eye. Their nails easily squished between the eye and it's socket, pulling the eye then yanking to break the veins and arteries that carried blood to the eye. With one bite the twins ate the eyes. "And at last, your pain will end, too bad..." the twins said, sinking their fangs into the men's necks. A final scream of death echoed through the cavern, louder than the one before, then all was silent as the twins drained the blood that had not already been spilled, it did not take long. They loosed their magical hold on the men's bodies and they fell to the ground limp and broken. Then another sound filled the tomb, darker and more chilling than any of the men's screams. The twin's cruel laughter filled the empty space, echoing off every surface and seeming to come from everywhere. It would chill the blood of any human still alive within miles and fill any vampire with pride in their kind, but for the Duviosos it was a sound of untapped happiness, and pure joy.

Moments later the twins were walking again, behind them they left the guard's corpses, or what was left of them. Both twin's hands were covered with blood, as well as their blood covered faces. They made no attempt to clean the blood away, for it only filled their victims with fear and horrific senses of their own fates, and the hunt was no fun without fear.