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When Blood Runs Cold

[MATURE CONTENT] A vampire's love is a dangerous thing. Beautiful and fiery, dangerous and domineering. A perfect lover, and, a perfect killer... 'A vampire is the world's perfect predator,' I was once told. 'Seduce you with a smile, a wink, a caress of your cheek, a kiss on your lips. Then they will rip your wings off with their bare hands, leave you flightless; yet in their tight embrace of death, enchanted, you would not even struggle. Not even as they drained each thick drop of blood from your pulsing veins. Vampires are as masterful as they are cruel, they would like nothing greater than to play the overlord in a game of life and death, of love and lies. To them, you are a trifle, a plaything to tempt and toy with. If you think you are anything more, then you have already fallen for their trap.' If this is true, it would take him little under an hour to have me dead. I should have been dead weeks ago. Maybe, I already am.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantasy
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289 Chs

The first time they met (part one)

Something flickers amongst the trees- a flash of bright feathers, a little green dress, a blink of mossy eyes. I trail my gaze over the shadowed form through the dense thickets and towering oaks, watching with an enamoured interest as the tiny figure comes ever closer to the barrier.

Then something catches me off guard.

My eyes widen a little as a sound, a horrible grating crunch- as though something were breaking apart a tree with little more than their bear hands, echoes through the air. A second angry, more human sound follows, a huff of frustration, followed by a dull thud of something burying itself into bark. Perhaps if I had a heart, it might have started to beat. Whatever is lurking behind the border is no ordinary being, that much is evident already.