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A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

The craving to be loved is a desire that every mortal, and believe me when I say, that every Vampire does have. Now how do you love? You love with your heart and your head, your instinct and your experience. Should you lack any of these, there shall always be another way; you shall find a way to complete that perfect love that dreams and fantasy are made of. If you do not live with wanting that fairytale ending for yourself, then what is it worth dreaming for in the first place.

He scoffed, turning away. "Love is a distraction. I'm at a crossroad where love is only seen as a useless, weak and ridiculous emotion. Vampires see love as a virus that infects the host's senses and weaken the mind. So no. I'm not in love with you. I like you, I like how you fit so perfectly with me, I like it when you smile and more importantly, I love how good your blood feels." She rolled her eyes, "I hear ya. And no, we definitely do not fit. Not down there,"

His eyes. I blink, pinching myself on the arm to make sure I'm not dreaming. His almond shaped eyes are golden. "Yes, you're not dreaming. You are real and so am I" he states and I let out a low gasp. Did he just-- did he just read my mind?! "Who are you?" I ask, trying not to show how terrified I am. "My name is Trey and I am a vampire" he says and I stumble backwards, suddenly unable to feel my limbs as a result of how much I'm panicking.

You must be kidding,"In faux horror, she shouted, clapping a hand to her breast. She could feel her heartbeat double beneath her palm. He disregarded her irony. Before we enter, there is something you should be aware of. He took her hand in his, the broad pad of his thumb caressing her sensitive palm as if to soothe the severity of his words, "Vampires pleasure in sticking to a highly tight hierarchy when among their own kind, despite their enjoyment of wreaking chaos on mortals. "I won't just be your lover tonight if we're going to make them think you gave your soul to me voluntarily. You'll report to me.

He liked only cold, yet this once, her warm body wasn't disliked by him. She visibly flinched when he let his fangs come out touching her warm flesh with his cold white fangs. She squeezed her eyes tightly, she had heard that. Vampires liked drinking blood of their bed partner, but they hadn't done anything further than kiss then why he still was smelling her neck.

She said. "Yes and trust me, honey. Once a vampire fall in love, it'll be unrequited. A vampire will give everything to someone they love even if it will cost their life. Vampire's love is the sweetest because it will take lifetime," he explained again not breaking their gaze from each other. "Why? Have you tried falling in love?" She fired back. "Not yet.." "Oh, then why? How can you say that if you haven't experienced it yet?" her tone seems challenging him.

Their eyes, deprived of the controlled, chemical glow, dilated into abyssal pits of pure, insatiable famine. They swarmed out from the vents, the rafters, and the shattered mirrors”a legion of starving, feral things. Cattleya stood atop the frozen, silent heart of the machine, her body a statue of silver filaments and frost. She watched as the first wave of vampires descended upon the cathedral floor, their movements no longer graceful, but twitching, insectile, and frantic. They didn't see her as a person. They saw her as the only remaining vessel of the "blood"—the source of the power that had sustained them for centuries.

Glenn asks. The vampire shakes his head. “We don’t take sex as seriously as other creatures do. My bride has several lovers of her own.” “And where are they?” “Wondering where she is,” Alhora says and laughs. I roll my eyes and shake my head at Glenn. Vampires are built differently. The nymph gives up on us and makes her way over to Zael. “Vampires are cold.” “It’s me or nothing for you tonight.” She presses her nose into Zael’s neck and inhales deeply. “You’ll do.”