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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.

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Fangorn's gift

As we sit at the table waiting for Fangorn to finish his searching, I begin to notice Ithuriel's fingers twitching nervously at his sides, an apprehensive tick forming in the lower swell of his lip, as if suddenly sitting so close to me seemed to make him all too uncomfortable. Of course, the reason why seems all too obvious- the confession is weighing on him. My long talk with Fangorn was certainly time enough to let his conflicted heart mull over each and every word he had uttered, and now it seems all too apparent that he regrets muttering those words at all. In fact, he looks like he wants nothing more than to curl into a ball and sleep out the forthcoming events like a hedgehog in the winter.

Part of me wishes I could do the same.