Narnia's POV
I have no idea how this happened. I have no idea how this coward mortal taught my unloving heart to love, and to see her as the most beautiful canvas any God could have painted. She herself, her beating heart and breathing lungs, taught my fucking eyes to love and my brain to accept. She taught me to be a good person, even when I truly am not. The catch is, I am only a good person to her. Any other mortal will die as soon as I lay eyes on their beautiful little unmarked necks.
My eyes stare intently at Drusilla, as I await her answer. "So?" I insist, twirling around, "What so you think?" I smile, my fangs flashing as I waited for her opinion. I had gotten a cloak, similar to the one I had when we first met, all those years ago. I smiled more as I saw the sly smile spread over her lips. Her beautiful lips...
I find myself staring, bursting out of my thoughts when she commented, "It's absolutely stunning on you" she insisted, and I smiled more. I had only started smiling like this since we started seeing each other more often; and, to be honest, I think I am in love.
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VampireWhen two unlikely people find themselves in the darkest feeling known as love, they have to get passed Narnia's predatory side, and even death, to be together.
