Urges: Love, Eat, Hate
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  • Reads 464
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 4
  • Time 2h 11m
Ongoing, First published Apr 27, 2014
Mature
“Well then, it seems I need to get a few things out in the open.” He’d finished his tea already, placing the empty cup on the desk beside him. “I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but I am not a vampire.” 

Terminally ill Juliet is offered a chance to escape her fated short life by a man who is clearly something far more than human. In return for his so-called gift, he simply requests that she first must hear his story, of what he is and how he survives, so that when the time comes to choose, Juliet has no doubt in her decision.
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