Love Sucks, Blood.
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"You're fúcking me," I whispered.
"Yea not long from now." He said and made his way towards me in small, slow steps.
"Fúck." I breathed. I didn't like what his 'steps' were doing to me.
And then I saw the impossible.
He literally wooshed his way in front of me and crashed his hungry lips on mine.
I moaned, unable to pull back. "Dylan!" I gasped, when he kissed my neck.
"Brooke," he croaked. "I want your..."
Aching with need and excitement, I whispered, "Take it!"
He pulled back and.. I saw his face transform. His eyes were outlined by red and the irises turned from blue to graphite. The veins beneath his eyes highlighted in red till his cheeks, and..
He growled. I saw his teeth.
No.... this can't be..
I screamed before he covered my mouth with his hand and buried his face in my neck, piercing my soft skin, and then my artery. He sucked. And sucked.
And I went from turned on, to scared and painfully weak. This motherfücker I had loved for so long, is a fücking vampire.
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