My Deep Dark Love

My Deep Dark Love

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The foot steps got closer and I started to run. Just before I could make it to the trail a pair of cold hands went around my waist. I opened my mouth to scream then one of then covered my mouth. The person pulled me back farther into the woods as I was kicking and trying to get away. I almost seemed weightless to the person. They carried me with no troubles. After awhile we entered a dark house and the person sat me down. I back up against the wall looking at the door. "Don't think about it" He said. His voice was deep and seductive. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked wanting to hear his voice again. "Its simple.." He said walking closer to me. He put his hands on the sides of my face. I started breathing heavy waiting for what was going to happen next. He closed his eyes and using this opportunity I pushed him off of me and ran out the door.
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Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

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