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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 · Fantasía
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A wall of mirrors

"No!" comes Azrael's cry from above my head as I plummet top speed towards the ground, my wings tucked behind me to propel me faster. But by this time, his voice is already fading. Breathing hard, I extend my wings out behind me, stiff from disuse, and let my plummet form a continuous glide as I soar over the palace grounds, my heart beating like a jackhammer. From up in the palace, Azrael's ruby eyes are still visible from outside the window, his expression a furious mix of disbelief and embarrassment. 

But something is wrong. He is moving haphazardly, fishing around on the inner wall for something I can neither see, nor comprehend. It is only when I see the glint of metal between his fingers that I realise exactly what I am in for.