I’m not sure what it was. The dark demeanor, the prophetic way he spoke, or maybe the way he always looked like he was hiding something. Maybe I should have known. That was something I was pretty good with after all. But everything had changed. How the hell was I supposed to know not to trust him? I don’t think it was my fault. He was my addiction. My secret. And I loved it. But addictions aren’t something you can control no matter how hard you try. This poison was something I had no control of. Neither of us did. We’re trapped in a never ending cycle of lies and death. Then again that’s what I get for falling for a vampire. No matter what I said my head lost. Stupid heart.
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