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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.

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Chapter 43: Kiss and tell

Kiss and tell

Vincent POV

  The pictures were grainy, the damn investigator I hired was a joke, sending me a hoard of blurry pictures to pick through. What I managed to get was:

  Kavi was okay, they had pictures of her leaving the hospital. That was a positive note. She looked sickly, which was concerning. According to the doctor I paid handsomely, she was okay for the time being.

  She left with that ape man she was fucking though; even spending the night at his apartment. I slammed down the grainy picture of her wrapped up with him in bed, seething still. Last time I got the chance, I did shove him down, hoping he would take the hint, and run away from her. He was wearing a sling in one picture, but it wasn't enough.

  I needed her to stay away from him before I was forced to kill him.

  There she was, pushing me to kill again. Just like before… No one can touch her.