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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 · Fantaisie
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Part 2: Chapter 17

After thought

  This time, Dimitri didn't disappear while I showered; instead, he had showered himself and found his way into my ice cream stash. When I walked out, he was sitting, mostly dressed, on the couch with a tub of my pineapple paradise in his hands.

  "Hey!" I poked his arm. "Shouldn't you ask before you eat someone's food?" 

  He smirked at me, shoving another spoon in his mouth. "You legit have nothing but ice cream in your kitchen. Not healthy. I was going to order something, but I didn't know if you were hungry."

  I sighed, plopping down on the sofa hard. "Why are you here still?"

  He scoffed, sitting down the pint. "Are you kicking me out? I thought we were friends!" He pretended to scold me, mouth full. He was having a good laugh at my expense.

  "In case you missed it, this was just sex."

  He leaned back, crossing his legs. "Good sex though, right?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, grinning from ear to ear.