"Come on, Duzie, fess up!" Ishtar said, stroking the soft, striped fur of the "fearsome" vampire king. Cat ears twitched as he stared unamusedly at the princess. "Why do you hate Phelios so much?" She munched lazily on a fuzzy peach, and reworded her question. "Why do you have to kill him?"
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Sinuous arms entwined about each other, locked in an undying grasp. Duzell's fair hair gently brushed Phelios' cheek, and both blushed. But the moment was not harmed; the intensity, the fierce passion between them stayed alive, Duzell's long fingers tilting the other's head tward his.
It was like an explosion; all the tension and confusion burst together and then faded away as their lips met. It was like fire, leaping down Phelios' throat, scorching and toxic, yet it was irresistable. The two kings, enemies and lovers, destined to die. The spell had been cast; their forbidden love was nearing an end. Why not spend their last moments together?
The kiss continued for a long while, their war-stricken hearts desperate for the other's touch; but Duzell pulled away, red-eyed gaze weary and defeated. Their heads bent close together, the vampire king breathed his last request, lips so near to Phelios' ear.
Remember me, my love.
He smiled wearily and fell limp in the king's arms.
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Duzell licked his kitty lips and sighed to himself. Stretching his legs out before him, fuzzy limbs grew long and fleshy. Now in human countenance, he pulled the long black hair from his face and simply replied, "We had some issues."