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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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Returning the Flame

At these words, my heart fills with an insurmountable joy. After spending months fretting like a mother over how I was to acquire the flame, how I was going to bargain with Soren, or if I was even going to be able to institute a bargain to begin with, now to hear those grievances washed away...

I could not have asked for a better husband, a better mate, a better anyone. Soren truly is the perfect creature, vampire or not.

I wipe my eyes to dash away the welling pools of water that start to form there.

After all this time, I think, my eyes pricking with the soft, stinging sensation of tears that threaten to spill down onto my cheek, all this time and I had nothing to worry about. It seems almost stupid now, to think I wasted so many hours of my life lamenting over nothing.