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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 · Fantasi
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Do you want to take the risk?

It doesn't take me long to figure it out. As the dagger presses up further against my throat, a cool rush of air brushed over my skin, and a cold, foreign touch. Hairs prickle on the back on my neck as I attempt to glance round behind me, but my efforts are swiftly cut short, quite literally, but the press of a knife.

From across the room, Soren's voice slinks across the darkened air, chilling the room.

"You so much as lay a cut on her throat and I will personally make your demise as grim as your nightmares, I am only warning you once,  Azrael."

"Well," Azrael snickers, his eyes still trained on me, flashing a deep ruby red. "Considering you all already plan to kill me, I might as well go out in style."

But the warning must have had some effect, as the pressure against my neck gradually eases, allowing a gasping breath to push through my lungs. Nobody in the room moves.