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"So I was just thinking you might like one of these!" I gestured to the bookshelves.
"Lovely." he picked up a fat hard bound novel and started flipping the pages.
"I love the feel of the new pages under my fingers—" he lightly thumbed the gilded edges.
"And the smell of them" I completed his statement, looking into those gorgeous black eyes. They were a warm shade of obsidian, so cozy that I could lose myself in them.
I turned away, blushing fiercely.
You know he would never come to you.
The voice in my head was all familiar.
"Oh shit!" he cursed.
I whipped around to see a drop of blood glistening at the edge of the paper cut.
"Be careful!" I moved closer but froze on spot.
The blood was pitch black, like a rough cut diamond.
Instinctively I backed away in horror.
"You... You're one of the dark ones." I stammered.
"Lydia, I can explain, it's not what you think..." he held out his palms in a gesture of surrender.
"It is exactly what I think. You're a monster. You must've done something really terrible to be cursed with the blood of the night. Only one of their ranks gets this pure stygian blood."
"Everyone in this world is tainted with evil" he turned away, sighing. "We aren't all pure except maybe children."
"But you..." my voice trembled with emotions more than fear. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. I —I was born with it. I am not just another dark one."
It took some time for the words to sink in. How could this pretty face with a gorgeous smile hide such a vile secret?
"You're the son of the night!" I concluded, my shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You aren't going to open your mouth anywhere are you?" suddenly his obsidian blade was at my throat.
The world around us faded to a dense black fog, announcing the presence of the darkest spirits around. I didn't know what mortals saw through the mist.
His voice was icy cold as he hissed in my ears." You've seen too much for me to continue blending in with your realm. You need to be destroyed. I don't want to do it. I'm not a bad person."
"Then why?" my voice came out raspy.
"Imagine being left alone into the world at birth with no one to call as parents and with inexplicable dark energy in you. That kills all humanity in you in the struggle for survival."
The fear gave way to anger and despair. Maybe he felt me stiffen under his grip.
"You can't destroy me you wretched son of the night!"
The strength in my voice almost loosened his grip on me.
I broke free when he lunged at me and my blade slashed out, denting a chink in his armour. He staggered back, dazed.
I slashed the dagger on my hand as black blood gushed out.
