Wolfgirl1215

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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.

When Blood Runs Cold

From within my thoughts a faint voice trickles my thoughts back into reality.

"That," says a familiar voice musingly. "Is a very interesting crown you have yourselves. How awfully peculiar that it is here at such a time. And even more peculiar that you have it, Kal- where on earth did you find it?"

Both our heads whip round in cognitive unison.

As soon as I see the figure there, coiled in black shadows and wreathed in darkness like some sort of extremely handsome reaper, I crack a grin.

The Diadem of the Deep (part one)