For Love of a Vampire
Isabelle moaned, “or my friend will be no more. Vampires do not join us in this dimension when they die. They are soul-less. Soul-less creatures simply cease to be.”
I spotted a small blade next to an apple on the teacart Rosalie had served us from when we first arrived. Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed it, slit my wrist, and shoved it up against Duncan’s pale, wax-like lips. Within seconds he was sucking with a fury I’d never imagined possible.
Isabelle gasped when she saw what I’d done, as did Helen.
“Heavens above,” Helen roared, “what are you doing? Do you not know the risk you take?” Helen howled.
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