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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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It's all in your head

With Kal long gone from sight, and the slowly dawning realisation that the dread in my stomach will never fully boil over, I steel my nerves for the dive below, mentally preparing myself for what I might find. From the surface, the depths below appear almost bottomless, and endless mirage of rippling waves and murky pitch darkness. But the growth of plant life stemming up from far beneath tells me this place has a bottom to it- however far down that might be.

Biting my cheeks to reduce the shivering quiver of fearful anticipation that gnaws at my gut, I sink myself lower into the water. Well, I think reluctantly to myself, might as well make myself useful.

Sucking in a breath, I submerge myself under, dragging my body down into the water, letting myself once again sink beneath the icy blanket of waves.