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Vampire Academy.

Unknown.

Addiction.

She didn't even remember her name or how she got there anymore. All she remembered was the need to get away from her pain.

Although she could no longer remember what had caused the pain, she could still remember how the pain had felt deep in her soul.

Somehow she had left the trail she'd hiked on far behind her. The trail was of no use to her anyway. She had just wanted to die. Then she'd stumbled across her. Dark hair, red eyes, a pointed nose and the lower lip fuller than the upper. It didn't even matter to her how she'd looked at first. But her skin, her skin might have been golden once, but it held an inhuman pallor that scared her.

The tall woman had eyed her, like a mountain lion gauging it's prey. She had tried to run. But she'd managed to catch her in the blink of an eye.

Her thoughts about dying had vanished. In that moment she had wanted to live, to be happy and to grow old die on a soft bed and not in the middle of a forest with this red-eyed woman towering over her.

The woman had pinned her against the trunk of a tree. She was icy to touch. At first she'd thought that she might leave her after she'd had her way with her. So she'd waited.

She'd pulled at the sleeve of her t-shirt, exposing her neck and collarbones to her.

Then, she'd sunk her fangs into her soft throbbing flesh.

She had screamed at first. It had been painful.

Then, she had moaned, she had whimpered clawed at her strong back for more.

The desire was too much and yet not enough, the bliss was too much and not enough.

She had wanted more.

That one bite in a forest had led her here where the woman, who's name she did not bother to ask, was leaning over her naked form as she bit her over and over and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She did not know how many days, weeks, months years had passed since that day in the forest.

All she new was that she needed her. She needed the red-eyed woman to bite her as many times she pleased.

She would gladly give in to the woman. Gladly serve her if it meant that she would get the bite.

Italics are the Strigoi. Just in case.

Thank you for reading!

Sacraa.