Bite me I'm your biggest fan

Bite me I'm your biggest fan

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Wed, Jan 7, 2015

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As he laid down to rest before the sun rose, he had a strange feeling he wasn't alone. Being a new Vampire made his new found senses over act when he could feel the dawn approaching, Little did he know, now was not one of those times and his rest was about to take an unexpected turn for the better. "I will have you as my beloved, however long it will take, you will be mine!" Her inner voices had become out of control since learning what becoming a beloved meant to supernatural being relationships, though rare the ones that had come out in the open were praised or ridiculed. Either way she would have him for her own, by choice or by fear it was up to him how easy this was to become. Their paths would cross one way or another no matter how hard he fought against his new found powers and skills

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