Love me
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"Love me" he said as if the words had no meaning at all, as if he only wanted the guilt off of his chest. Still I could not resist the temptation to love him with everything I had to offer, even though I knew it was wrong. I was not supposed to fall in love with this vampire. My heart was supposed to belong to a humble man who left this earth,thinking he had my love. I am trying to run away from the monsters trying to kill me and I am desperately trying to regain my throne in hope that I once again give the creatures in my kingdom some freedom and especially the vampires who were sentenced to something far worse than death itself. They had a contract with my father. My cruel father sent them to the human world where they only had a limited time to live before their whole race would get extinct. My time is limited but I swear by my mother's grave, I will take us back home.
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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