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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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I've got you

(Soren's perspective)

About half a mile from the borders of the crystal palace's kingdom is when I first feel it. It does not start slow, nor is there any build up. One minute there is emptiness, the next minute my chest is exploding with feeling, a rush of life coming back to me as shocks and quivers of sensation run through me- the bond sparking back into life.

She is here.

"Soren?" Fangorn calls over desperately, running to meet me from up ahead the trail. It takes me two breathless moments to realise I have collapsed to the ground, my knees sinking into the cold, hard ground beneath us as though my limbs are made of jelly. There are cuts over my palms where my fingers have been subconsciously digging into the rocks, and a dark aura seeping off my body. But that is a minor inconvenience in the face of what I have just learnt. 

Shaking my shoulder once more, Fangorn calls again, a couple of notes of panic lacing his deep voice.