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Nathaniel

Author: Elle Zimmermann
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-17 23:25:34

Before my fangs leave her skin, I know she’s seen it- the memory I never meant for her to touch. It was just a few seconds of the hour I had spent watching her, but it was apparent in the vision we just shared, that I had creepily watched her from afar that night. Abigail had spent the last several months joking about my stalker tendencies which I had brushed off, but now seeing the vision we just shared, I could see how disturbing it looked.

She’s waiting for an explanation and I am stuck between being honest or downplaying it as a coincidence. I looked at my beautiful wife and saw the blood dripping from her neck. Taking out my pocket square from my suit, I hold it firmly at the bite and sigh.

“I know it looks bad. It was a few months after Vivienne’s death. I was curious. Ivan was reporting to me.” Her eyebrows rose up at that information, but I continued. “He said you seemed better with your grief and were spending more time with friends and going out. I wanted to see you.” I r
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