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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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Kal's past and Fangorn's forgiveness

The burly shadow of a man doesn't bother to raise his head from his half finished pint of ale at my remark, an unsavoury grimace on his face, as though the taste was not quite to his satisfaction. From the look of utter dissatisfaction I might wager he has already realised that his quest for tonight was in vain, but whether he does or not is not a concern of mine. I am not here tonight on the business of hunting, rather I have a much more important matter to attend to.