Blood Ties
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Last published Sat, Jun 11, 2016
"Closer" he said as I stopped a few feet away from him our chests almost touching. I could feel the heat of his body radiating off him in waves drawing me in. I complied taking one more step towards him closing the small gap between us, his arms immediately wrapped around me pressing me up against his hard body. His hand reached up and wrapped around my braided hair tugging it back hard exposing my neck to him, i felt his hot breathe on my neck sending cold shivers down my spine. I whimpered in pain, It hurt how hard he was pulling my hair but there was nothing i could do about it.
"Are you afraid?" He said trailing his warm full lips up and down my neck.
"No" I whisper,
"Everyone fears me!"
"You won't hurt me" I tell him my voice shaking, i wasn't sure who he was anymore he had changed so much he wasn't the man i had fallen in love with.
"And whys that"
"Because you love me" I say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I don't know how to describe the pain that came next, i felt as his fangs bite into my neck breaking the skin beneath. He latched onto my neck draining the life out of me as my eyes became heavy and I took my last breath letting the darkness take over.
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