i don't seem to wake up.your blood was supposed to work, but i lie still."come to me.wake up!"you beg in an attempt to wake me,but not even my ghost is around to make you feel safe.you're alone.Suddenly,you're slammed against the wall faster than you can blink.my hand around your throat.i sink my fangs into you,drinking for the first time in 121 years.with every swallow,every drag i take,pleasure swims in your veins.i retract my fangs,blood tinting my lips,i whisper in awe Dominic: "beloved.."
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