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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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Let me make you breakfast

"I don't know why you insist on so adamantly refusing that you like my advances on you," he chuckles darkly, eyeing me for any reaction I might give. "But of course, if you want me to stop, I shall not touch you. For a month, or a year, and we shall see how desperately you try to deny me then."

"The only one suffering through that will be you, I will be just fine without you" I tease lightly, prodding him in the chest. Swiftly, he scoops up my hand in his, pressing his lips against the back of my hand.

"We will see about that, little dove."

Irritably, I puff out my cheeks. Once a hedonistic vampire, always a hedonistic vampire. I have learnt to expect as much from Soren- for as sweet and gentle as he can often be, that is not the only side to his personality. A lot of the time he can be incredibly, incredibly, naughty.