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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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Our last hope

"The spirits tell me he keeps the key in the lowest draw on his desk. There is a hidden compartment inside of it, but it should be relatively easy to crack. The key itself is well known amongst my people- a golden rimmed key with a heart of jadeite on the top. It's big, and won't be easy to miss," Ingrid explains, twiddling a strand of her dark hair between her fingers, her vision lost as she wanders in her own thoughts.

For in the brief moments of time we have left to spare here, I too let myself get lost in thought, mulling over the things that are yet to come. Shakily, I take another sip of tea, trying in vain to wash out the apprehension from my quivering bones. But whether it is this, or the chilling influence of the soul as she dines with us in all her undead glory, I cannot quite shake the quiver from my body.