HUGE PROPS TIME PEOPLE! ZaraShade is amazing and you should all go give her big hugs because she let me use her story 'The Bridges of New York City' as the basis for B without me even explaining what I wanted to use it for :P Also, massive props to the wonderful people who made a bad night better with reviews that just blew me away :) Seriously guys, I went gooey so thank you!
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B is for the bridge on which I tried so valiantly to take you. The bridge on which you almost let me. Looking back I have no idea how we let it get that far but, at the time, I wanted nothing more than to toss those uptight ninny's over the side so that I could get back to ravaging you. Don't pretend you would have complained.
But B is not just for that single bridge. Do you remember the day we chased an abnormal across London Bridge? We got halfway across and the blasted thing jumped into the water. I was half certain you were about to throw yourself over after it! I know it's hardly an excuse but it is why I threw my arms around your waist. The look of absolute shock on your face was adorable but I feel my surprise was more prominent when you wound yourself around me as we walked back home. For all we are the same height, you felt tiny in my arms. Tiny and warm and you smelt fantastic. I honestly don't know how we actually made it back home. Every single instinct I had commanded me to sample your blood. Not enough to kill you, obviously, my heart wouldn't allow such a thing but the temptation is something I never got over. It still plagues me, you and your delicious blood. Hey, look! Another B word! Blood, your mouth-watering blood. The same blood that runs through me. It binds us love, in a way I don't think even we can properly understand some days.
B is for bridges and blood. Two reckless and foolish decisions we've made that have, in the end, brought us happiness.