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He stalks forward towards me, never removing the grin plastered on his face, filled with hunger and bloodlust. I stand there, my head screams at me to run but my body will not allow me to listen. He continues towards
me as my body shakes uncontrollably, for I cannot stop it. It is partially due to the cold air in the alley and the fear that has undoubtably taken over. He can sense it because his grin becomes a huge smile as we are
now face to face.His hand travels up my arm to my left cheek and I shiver. His skin is ice cold. "How long have I shunned the caress of soft light upon my cheek, how long I've longed to feel the gentle wind in my hair,
love in my heart, and hate. Yet my soul is dead, I cannot feel, cannot see the light of day, yet my curse is the greatest of gifts. The taste of blood is sweet as the sweetest honey to me, I embrace each passing night
of my unlife, the call of blood is my blessing. People believe me to be a monster, but I simply give pleasure. The pleasure of being able to live for eternity. So, do not fear me, for I am your salvation. Your gateway to
immortallity." At his words, i felt my head drift back, giving myself into his hypnotizing words. I could feel his breath on my skin and shuddered at the feeling. As I felt his teeth breaking the skin on my neck, I clung to
his body. Nothing could amount to the feeling. It was falling into darkness, but having someone to catch me, to hold me. I could feel my strength leaving me and struggled slightly, but felt him hold me tight, keeping me
still. Soon, I couldn't move at all, and he drew his head back sighing. I've never felt so tired and weak in my entire life. I could barely hold my eyes open. I could feel his lips by my ear, listening to him whisper."You
can choose. Live or die. Whichever you pick, I shall oblige." I could hardly hear my own answer, my voice so low. He nodded and lowered my body to the ground softly. He raised his wrist to his mouth and bite to the
point that it was bleeding, then lowering it to my mouth. The first taste of his blood was so sweet, like sugar. So I drank more, clinging to his wrist like a hungry child. The taste was unbelieveable. I just couldn't stop
drinking. Until he finally ripped his arm away from me. Thats when the pain began. It felt like someone ripped my body open and crushed my heart. I couldn't stop my scream from leaving my mouth, but thankfully he
was there. His hand closed over my mouth and I could swear it would be bruised. Suddenly the pain subsided.I actually felt better then I did before, healthier, stronger. When I opened my eyes, everything was different
. It was like I had seen everything in a different view, and from then on I knew everything would be different. I looked up at my savior, my maker, and my lover. He smiled and held out his hand, I gladly took it.
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