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Call Girl to a Vampyre

Series Complete! Thank you to all of my fans! I am happy you have chosen to enjoy the world I have created. Part Two of the series is now complete! Please be sure to stay tuned for new stories and content. **Trigger warning** This story contains references to non-consensual sex, sex work, Poly/Bisexual situations, mental-health issues, as well as depiction of self-harm and death. "My dreams seemed to pull me to you. Since I was a child, you were there, in my thoughts, protecting me, calming my fears. You were just a figment of my imagination until I saw you… and we made love for the first time… then you killed me." A fateful encounter with a vampyre changes Kavielle forever. Follow her journey to understand this magical connection to her would-be murderer, discovering love, and understanding if love really is pain... Kavielle wants to be able to forget her past and fall in love, but can she? Part 2 Finale now available! "My hands clawed at the dirt, not willing to wait for a shovel. This need for my answer was insatiable, and a bit of rain and dirt wouldn’t stop me. It couldn’t be her! A bit of cloth appeared in the pile, my heart clutching in my chest. I pulled at it, the cloth decomposed enough it ripped easily. A waft of stench overwhelmed my senses—it reeked of death and decay. Another round of sobs doubles me over, my hands still clawing manically at the dirt. Bits of debris stabbed under my nails; the soft flesh tearing, blood pouring from my hands. The mud caked to every part of me; I must have looked like a madwoman… But I had to know, was Madison really gone?" Kavielle pulled out of her self-made isolation and thrown back into the twisted, dark, world she had worked to get away from. Coming back to LA was the last thing she wanted to do, but sometimes, you have to pay a life debt to the people you love.

Kricket_Leedy · Fantasie
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Part 2: Chapter 12

A moment of nostalgia

  I opened the door, leading him back inside. The little man ran full power forward, screaming, "Daddy!" 

  "Eh, there you are, lad! What did I tell you about runnin' away like that?" He had knelt, wrapping his arms around him. Years had passed, and I still wasn't ready for this moment. His deep blue eyes connected with mine.

  "Drew." I blurted. My heart stopped at the sight of him; his sharp blue eyes landing on me.

  "Well fuck me, Kavi." He seemed stunned, holding onto the boy with one arm. I stood there, the math trying to make sense in my head. Had it been so long? This boy had to be 5 or 6 already. He smiled, that beautiful smile I once fell in love with. "I—how are you? It's been such a long time." His face flushed; I could feel the tension building around us.

  "Do you know the pretty lady? She helped me." The boy questioned, tugging at his collar, eagerly showing him the box.