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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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Where are your wings? (R18)

"How did your talk with the soul go? Does she wish to have a formal meeting with me, yet?" Azrael asks inquisitively, fishing for idle banter, though I know that is certainly not what he is here for. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the set of draws in question- ordinary looking for the most part, save for the strange looking plant that is set on top. That is where the key is.

God knows how I am going to get it.

"Good," I answer, attempting to keep my voice as smooth as ever as I dismiss the anxiety that rumbles away in my gut. All I need to do is get through tonight- to deal passively with Azrael's advances and I can be wiped from this sin forever. As I forage for my already prepared answers to Azrael's questions, I am sure to keep reminding myself of this- if only to ground my sanity to something.

Leaning across the table with a flutter of my lashes, I add: