She was always defiant (making her my hardest one yet), that's what lead to both her death and life filled with blood and fangs.
Something she saw coming the moment I caught her scent, knowing right then and there she was going to be mine, and this little dance of ours finally started, filled with violence and grace.
(my crazy little girl, just makes it easier to claim you as mine)
But instead of taking what I knew was mine (and will forever be) it was snatched from me in the matter of seconds, as the fangs that weren't mine sank in and ripped her life away.
Turning into the very thing I wanted to make her into myself, my dreams at the time we're filled with only that (and those round little lips of hers), and that filled me with nothing but the anger I can't get enough of.
(along with watching her sleep, locked up nice and tight where I want her, and the future playing like a movie on her eyes)
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Clairvoyance was both my enemy and friend, it knew my every move and my every thought, it was like watching a play being put on with little miss insane (mommy and daddy putting her in a nice padded room) as the star and I of course being the villain of the story.
(the one that dies in the end, by her small fingers that I wanted around my throat before then, but that is in our future)
"James? You can come out now, the doctors are gone (the ones that see me as nothing but a crazy child)."
Her eyes open slowly, breaking apart the pictures of life, death, and love that are in her dreams (filled with nothing but the truth), and find me with the knowledge of my every move.
(not filled with the fear I had come accustomed to not seeing in those soft brown eyes of hers but with wonder)
She had become used to my silence, that could keep me in the cover of night and from slipping all my secrets to her, as I found her each night until it came to a bloody end.
But then I wasn't thinking of my loss, the mind of a girl pushed out by all who claimed to love her which I had control of, of our first kiss that would end in a bite but of the betrayal that she made without blinking.
"Goodbye, James, watch yourself your death is now far off."
I had no idea as she said the same words as every night before this, sometimes with a new vision coming into play (each always filled to the brim with blood and nothing else), that she wasn't saying goodbye for the night but for hundreds of years to come.
And when the time came for our next meeting, one with a new girl on my mind and I wanted on my fangs (but she will still be there, haunting me with her knowing eyes), it wouldn't end in goodbyes but in death by her very hands.
"Goodnight, Alice, you'll be mine soon just you wait and see."
