My Dying Obsession

My Dying Obsession

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As her lips touched his, a burning sensation ripped through him. A pain, a burning pain that threatened to tear his soul right from his very body shot through him. He let out a gasp. "What are you?" He whispered. "Your death," she replied as a smile crept across her pale face. He tried to separate himself from her but he couldn't do. He couldn't and he didn't want to. He knew that this was wrong. Very wrong. How could a vampire slayer fall in love with the very one thing that he has vowed to kill? But yet, he couldn't. She wasn't like the rest. She was kind, smart and beautiful. But most of all, her presence felt human. Head director of a multi-billionaire company by day, vampire slayer by night. Ron Archer Rhyson is literally the best vampire slayer the country could ever ask for, but when he falls in love with the enemy, things go awfully wrong. As new bonds are formed, old ones are shattered. Because sometimes, love knows no bounds. And even love cannot be forbidden, right?
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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