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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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Two headed abomination

"Excuse me, er, mister, er, tentacle man."

I know, an excellent introduction for myself, but what else do I call such a monstrosity like him without maintaining an air of even remote politeness? 'Big fish boy'? 'Good sir'? Realistically, I don't think any really fit the briefing. There is simply no good way to describe what bony, pallid creature that rises up before me, or the wreathing mass of tentacles that lash out beneath him in fits of raging hunger- no good name, or association, could possibly do him justice.

Apparently not hearing me the first time, I decide on a whim to risk my life further still, raising my voice to an uncomfortable level as I half shout:

"Excuse me!"

The creature almost drops me in utter surprise.