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@dearpreys 
          
          His golden eyes watched her closely as she continued to speak her fingers slowly trailing up his wrist as she spoke. He slowly leaned down his lips close to her ear as he spoke softly." I am far from immune to temptation but you do not have anything I want. But if you decide to behave I will allow you a small drink from my blood a offer no other vampire has ever been given." He pulled away and released her chin as he moved over to the bar and grabbed a wine glass. He put his hand over it and with his nail cut up his hand allowing his bright red blood pour into the glass until it was half full. He pulled his hand away before moving back over to her." I am curious on how my blood tastes to vampires so do tell me every detail." He said as he handed her the glass and watched curiously to see if she would drink it.

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          His golden eyes watched her with a slight amusement as she brushed her fingers under his chin. He wondered if she knew demon blood was very addictive though it would be nice to have a vampire under his control he thought to himself. "Mmm you should know if you truly wanted my blood I wouldn't give it up so easily." His eyes glowed slightly as he reached up and gently gripped her chin forcing her to look up into his golden eyes. "And you should know the power difference between us before you make comments like that." He was royalty one of the prince's of hell, a fallen angel the ruler of the lust ring and he felt slightly insulted.

[   @hyrded   /     dude, your writing is literally blowing me away. what.   ] 
          
          
          the scene unfolded before her as if it were a film — the reaper bringing the dead back to life in a tongue unknown to mankind. this was her first. she tried not to rub her eyes and perhaps call it a figment of her imagination because she saw death revert time. despite being ages old, an odd chill ran down her spine. she stood her ground, wiping the edge of her lip with the back of her sleeve, sensing a stain of blood. 
          
          the mortals retreating figure represented her own fear when she had awoken into this new body — this vessel of hunger and evil. “food for another.” she muttered under her breath before turning to face the reaper. “you speak too poetic for death.” her tone was of calm, somewhere deeper she was on the edge. “if what you say of balance is true, you could say you have altered the timeline yourself? imagine his life to be that short but somehow you gave it to him back. doesn’t it mess up the system? what if i go kill him again?” 

[  @hyrded  ] 
          
          the reaper stood true to it’s definition, a mocking and taunting presence looming at every corner. his words of mockery barely pierced vivienne and it spoke true as her stance remained just as casual as ever. 
          
          “it cost me enough centuries to beat death over and over again. and oh, enough centuries to taunt death over and over again.” her tone had dipped into an edge and thought she tried not to meddle with death too much, it was thrilling to wave a reaper off. 
          
          “rurik, was it? i have heard about you, to say the least. what could you be doing here?” 

[   @hyrded   ]
          
          the stance of someone ready to pounce on her if needed, rurik did not look pleased at this meeting. “i don’t lure victims.” she did not have to lure people to their death, those were the events that just unfolded themselves. “a woman gotta eat.” she shrugged in a nonchalant manner, taking little steps away from the alley and closer to the man. 
          
          “are you upset that i got to him before you, darling? does death feel defied now that there are other creatures stripping him off his powers?” 

[   @hyrded   /    i can’t remember it either. maybe we interacted on your page but it is fine, sweets.   ]
          
          vivienne tried to not to scoff at his remark. the night was young and the flattering creatures had grown silent, as if aware of the predator in the dark. she stepped in view from the dark alley, arms neatly folded against her chest. 
          
          “what tricks are you referring to?” her voice was the one to cut the silence. it was laced with an edge — the day had been a challenge and the night was not looking so promising.