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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 · Fantaisie
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Delina's lost desire

"I need an advocate, in some form or another," I explain, looking down to where the tiny little angel waits expectantly at my order. So small, so fragile, and yet... under these veins this little angel has immense power brewing, a power ignited by the flame and the will of her people. It is a potential in all angels that I would largely not like to be wasted.

"I know she is only young but such a benefactor could be useful to our cause in fighting Azrael. Serena wanted this more than anything else, we need her people on our side if we are going to win this war, there is no other way about it."

It is at this moment that Delina's whole body freezes, a shudder of understanding trembling through her. From glancing between the flame and Dawn, and then me, her eyes growing impossibly wide. Trembling, she shakes her head, backing up a little into the shadows of the room.