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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 time things changed (part two)

Steeling myself, I turn to Ithuriel, soaking in the blue and red tones of his hair blazing with a mixture of sadness and an undeniable anger, my gaze half averted, not meeting his eyes. The warrior angel's mouth is agape, two toned eyes shining, beading up with the fresh tears of betrayal, washing away all hope, all of that long standing faith in me with one single trickle down his cheek. He looks utterly, utterly defeated. Shaking, I place my hand on his knee, but he completely ignores it.

"What do you mean, Serena. What  change? I trusted you, Serena, I..." he breaks off, forcing himself to swallow down that welling sadness that clings to the back of his throat, breaking up his voice with a few heart wrenching cracks.