She’s a cool, blonde, scheming bitch. The words from Rough Trade’s ‘High School Confidential’ came unbidden to my mind as she walked across the floor. Hoping she hadn’t seen me, but knowing she had, I looked the other way as she stopped by the table. 1
“’Scuse me,” she said, her voice somewhere between a smoky purr and fingernails on a chalkboard. “Is Beau around?”2
“Under the table,” I said, giving her a smug wink. To prove my statement, I closed my eyes and moved slightly in ecstasy. “Ohhh, right there,” I added with a moan. 3
I could tell that she was tempted to pull up the tablecloth and check, but was wise enough to just give me a hard stare. “Well, when he’s done, Katharina,” she said. “Tell him I have a job for him.” 4
Smiling as I watched her walk away, I went back to staring at the table while I waited for Beau to show up. Usually he was on time, but tonight he was running late. Wishing that he actually was under the table, I jumped slightly at the feel of whiskers against my outer thigh. “Beau?” I whispered.
“You expecting someone else?” came the reply from under the table. The tablecloth moved slightly and he peeked out at me from between my legs. “Can’t let Sabine think you were lying now, can we?” he asked, the wicked gleam in his eye a little more pronounced than usual. 5
I watched as his gaze lowered slightly and he licked his lips. Blushing when I realized he could see straight up my skirt, I gave him a nudge with my knee. “Not here,” I whispered, looking around at the crowded nightclub. “Unless you’re willing to screw me on the table, and voyeurism ain’t my thing.” 6
“Since when?” Giving a playful nip on my inner thigh, which made me seriously consider the voyeurism bit, he slid out from under the table. Winking at the couple at the next table that watched him, he grabbed a chair and pulled it close to me. 7
“Next time,” he said, his lips close to mine, “can you make it someplace larger than under a table? It’s a pain phasing from outside to there.” 8
“Can I help it if you have this thing about walking in to a room like a normal person?” I said, my attention on those luscious lips of his. 9
“That would work if I were a normal person,” he reminded me, moving in to cut off any further response. 10
He tasted like heaven, but I knew in my heart that he was the closest thing to hell one could find on Earth. Fangs nipped at my lips, making me want to suggest a trip to some dark corner and an hour or two of sliding my back against a wall. 11
“Ahem.”12
The voice, fingernails on the chalkboard, was like a bucket of cold water doused on me. Pulling back, Beau gave Sabine a polite glance before finally sitting in his chair. 13
“All done under the table?” she asked slyly.14
“Letting Rina get rehydrated,” he said seriously. “She lost a lot of… body fluid when I was under there.”15
Wanting to smack his arm, I refrained. “What do you want, Sabine?”16
“A moment of your boyfriend’s time.”17
“And a moment’s all you’ll get,” Beau replied tightly, already seeing in her mind what she was going to ask. 18
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Beaumont Champrise, the poster boy for tall, dark and handsome… and the poster child for dark, deadly and sinister. Sweet and charming one moment, while deadly and deadlier the next. That was him, in a nutshell.20
At the ripe age of six hundred and fifteen, he looked no older than thirty… the age he was when he conned the wrong person, and ended up cursed for eternity. 21
He could have taken his new found…powers, I guess… and used them for his own gain, and I think he did at the beginning. But, like most things, it soon grew boring after a few hundred years, and he starting looking for other things to do. That was when he stumbled upon an old scroll that could lead to him being returned to human. 22
Beau, for all intent and purposes, is a vampire. Not one of those cinematic pale-faced, thin-assed creepy dudes, but a really old being with some pretty cool magical powers, and that requires blood to live.23
What separates him further from his cinematic counterparts is that he doesn’t kill without reason…but, it’s amusing to see how little reason has to do with it, really. He also doesn’t sleep in a coffin, but if given the chance, he probably would just so he could gross people out. 24
I walked through his path not quite two hundred years ago, an unlucky victim of the night, and a very unlucky victim of circumstances. When he was first searching for a way to regain his humanity, he was told by a supposedly reputable contact that a certain bloodline held the key he required. The blood from that person would allow him to walk in the sunlight, and from there, he could gain the things needed to become fully human again.25
So, there I was, one night minding my own business while walking home from another day in the drudgery that was my life, and the next thing I knew, I was in some small room. Standing before me was the sexiest man I ever had the pleasure of seeing. He was also one of the scariest men I had ever seen. 26
“She the right one?” he asked someone behind him, his eyes not leaving mine.27
“Yes.”28
Nodding slightly, he took a step closer, and crouched so his eyes were level with mine. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, which made my panic peek to unbelievable levels. “I need a little of your blood so I can become human.”29
“Get away from me, Devil,” I said, pushing myself against the wall. My breath came as a crying gasp as he pulled back his lips and I saw two fangs. Certain that I was dead, I closed my eyes and prayed. 30
A sharpness on my arm made my eyes open and I screamed, certain that those fangs were in me. Instead, he placed a small knife back in a pocket, and held a small cup under the cut he had made, letting the blood flow in to it. After a few moments, he touched my arm, healing the cut, and leaving me shaking with the knowledge that either the devil, or witchcraft had invaded my life. 31
Startled as he gave me a small grateful smile, he stood with the cup in his hand and turned to the person in the shadows. “What now?”32
“Repeat after me,” the man said, pulling an ancient looking book out, and opening it to a page. “Your blood to mine.”33
“Your blood to mine.”34
“Throughout time,” he paused. “Then drink the blood.”35
“Throughout time,” the one with my blood said, before bringing the cup to his mouth and drinking it in one gulp. I could feel the bile rise in my throat, but I was too morbidly fascinated with the events to vomit.36
“I pledge myself to you.”37
”I pledge myself to you,” he said slowly, confusion starting to show. 38
“And commit you to me.” The other man waited, then sighed. “It’s what the book says.”39
“And commit you to me.”40
Closing the book, the man stepped out of the shadows. “Congratulations, my friend. You can now walk in the sun.”41
Placing the cup on a small table, he seemed to relax considerably before turning to look at me. “I’ll take you to your home,” he said.42
Ignoring his extended hand, I climbed to my feet and started for the door, making sure I walked as far from him as possible. 43
“One little thing,” the other man said, bringing me to a dead stop. “You can walk in the sunlight Beaumont, but you won’t live to see the sun. That little spell bound you to her,” he said, pointing at me.44
Looking at me, and giving what could only be described as a sympathetic look, he took a step forward, stopping as the older man grabbed my arm and pulled me close.45
“Before I kill you,” the one called Beaumont snarled, “I require an explanation for your words.” 46
“You drank her blood,” came the reply. “Disgusting. And so are you. The words you spoke place her welfare and yours together, throughout eternity. You can only feed from her for now on, and if she dies, so do you.”47
“No!” I cried. “No!” This couldn’t be happening. Vampires were mythical things created to inspire fear in people. They weren’t real. But standing in front of me, fangs barred, and eyes suddenly the color of glowing embers, was a bona fide vampire. 48
“Why?” he demanded, the voice of Satan himself.49
“I was paid good money to make sure that you couldn’t interfere in the activities of LeFien from now on.”50
His eyes returned to normal so fast that it was shocking. “LeFien?” he asked. “I don’t give a damn what some gun runner does.”51
“Ah,” the man said, his grip loosening slightly on my arm. “But you do care when people engage in trading human lives. Which is rather ironic, no?”52
Looking confused, the vampire Beaumont shook his head slightly. “What? LeFien is a slaver? I didn’t know.”53
“Why else would he put a price on you? When they spoke of some demon attacking their ship, and freeing the slaves, I knew it was you.” The grip lightened more. “After all, how many people know that you are not as you seem?”54
“Apparently one too many.”55
I felt a sharp prick in my side, and knew that this strange evil night was coming to an end. Permanently. “And now, your long existence comes to an end,” he said.56
Screaming in pain as the sharpness drove in to my side, I pulled away from the man, falling to the floor as I bled. My hands went to my side, clutching, as I used my legs to try to push myself from the man who was now in the grip of the vampire. 57
My head lowered to the floor as the sounds of a fight went on, then ended in a sickening snapping noise. A thump sounded on the floor beside me, but I was too weak to even open my eyes. Feeling hands on me, I screamed and lashed out. 58
“Keep still,” a voice said. “I have no desire for you to die because of me.” 59
Still struggling weakly, I felt his hands on my side, then gasped as my dress was ripped open. Pressure landed on the wound, then suddenly the pain was gone. The floor creaked slightly, and I opened my eyes to see a body not too far away, the neck twisted in a way that looked like it was snapped in two. 60
“Jesus.”61
Turning slightly at the blasphemous words from behind me, I saw the vampire looking at the book the other man had read from. I started to stand, freezing when he looked at me. Taking off the long jacket he was wearing, he tossed it at me, then went back to the book. 62
“Wear it,” he said, not looking up. “Unless you wish to attract the wrong sort of attention with what you’re currently wearing.”63
Standing slowly, I looked at my dress, frowning at the blood that seemed to cover one side, and shocked as I realized the amount of bare skin showing. Pulling his jacket on, I tightened it around me like a shield. 64
“Was…” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Was… that true?”65
“Unfortunately,” he said, closing the book and slamming it down on the table. “Which means that you and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other.”66
“I think not!”67
“The choice is not yours,” he said, quickly approaching. “I cannot survive without you.”68
“I do not care.”69
“When I die, then so shall you,” he said.70
“What?”71
“If you die, then I die. If I die, then you die.”72
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Not an ideal beginning to a relationship, but through time, I grew to accept his presence and the overall situation. I had to leave the area I had grown up in, since too many people noticing I wasn’t aging would be something that would cause too many issues. We lived together, posing as husband and wife, although he never once touched me in any way that wasn’t highly respectful. 74
For about fifty years, he fed from me every few weeks, the same way he originally did. He was always gentle in the cutting, and immediately healed me afterwards, then after getting what he needed, would leave me alone. I had no idea where he went, and didn’t really care. I have to admit, he did take care of me, making sure that I had food and shelter. He talked to me when he was around, and my initial hatred of him turned in to a comfortable companionship of sorts. 75
I’m not sure when my feelings for him changed, but one night when he came to me for a feeding, I couldn’t help but notice just how nice he looked. He had just arrived back to our home, taking his boots off at the door before giving a small smile and walking to me. 76
Sighing and rolling my eyes, I pulled up my sleeve and held an arm out. He always looked slightly ashamed when he cut me, but that night, he looked even more so.77
“Something wrong?” I asked.78
“May have to move,” he said, pulling the knife out.79
“Why?”80
“Saw someone in the market that recognized me,” he said, placing the blade against my skin. 81
I put my hand on his to stop him, and he looked at me in slight surprise. Turning his hand over so I could take the knife, I placed it on the counter beside him, and then looked into his eyes. “Who saw you?”82
“You don’t know her,” he said, his eyes darting slightly to the side. “She’s, uh, around seventy by now.” His gaze still avoided mine. “I tried to convince her that I was my son, but I don’t know if she believed me.”83
Still holding his hand, I brought it up to my mouth and kissed the palm. I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised by my actions, but the next thing I knew, his arms were around me, and his lips were on mine. 84
Hoisting me in to his arms, he carried me to my bedroom, laid me on the bed and looked down at me. “I refuse to do this unless it’s what you want,” he said gently.85
“I want,” I said, laughing as he smiled in relief. It took a few seconds to undress, and moving to my feet he kissed his way up, pausing at my inner thigh. 86
Although we’d both taken a lover here and there over the past fifty some years, this felt like two virgins discovering the wonders of sex. Parting my legs further, he gave me a long teasing lick, then turned his head and gently sunk his fangs in to my thigh.87
Ever since that day, and every few weeks, I feel that heavenly sinking of teeth on my inner thigh, usually the same time he sinks a few of those talents fingers in to me. He has it timed so perfectly, that when I climax, he’s done, and moves immediately in to consume another body fluid. 88
The night is brought to a close by having him in me for hours until exhaustion begs that he stop. I suppose I should be grossed out by the thought of someone drinking my blood while playing with me, but I’ve long gotten over any uncertainty regarding the act. It keeps him alive, it keeps me safe, and it keeps the true terrors of the night from consuming all in its path. 89
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“Close the curtain,” came the mumbled voice from the bed. 91
Looking over at Beau as he pulled the blankets over his head and rolled over, I smiled as I closed the curtains. “Better?” I asked, my voice artificially sweet.92
“Too frigging bright,” he said, his voice muffled by the blankets. “Time is it?”93
“One in the afternoon,” I told him, grabbing a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulling them on. “Time to get up.”94
Stretching slowly, he rolled over and stared at me. “Wanna cook me some breakfast?” Laughing as I gave him a snort in reply, he vanished from the bed. I could hear the water start in the shower, and rolled my eyes. Honestly, the guy had some weird thing lately with walking through doors…I don’t think I’ve seen him go through one unless he had to in the past twenty years or so. 95
Walking to the bathroom, I opened the door, and looked at his silhouette through the shower curtain. “Beau?”96
“Yeah, hon?”97
“About Sabine…”98
“Ugh,” he said. “Not while I’m naked.” His silhouette shuddered in mock disgust. It was always amusing to find something that grossed out someone like Beau, and Sabine was definitely that something.99
Rich, spoiled and an overall bitch, Sabine LeFien (no relation to the aforementioned LeFien… that was the first thing Beau checked after meeting her) treated all around her like they were there for one simple reason: to be at her beck and call. Her rich mother married her even richer father, and both spent their lives lavishing everything on their only child. 100
Nowadays, Sabine prances around like some cougar, dressed in clothes just one step above a street walker as she makes a nightly appearance at the nightclub an ex-lover bought her. From time to time, she hires Beau to find certain artifacts for her, or to be ‘muscle’ when someone bothers her. 101
It annoys me when Beau does the ‘big bad bouncer’ routine, but since it amuses him to no end, I deal with it. The artifact thing is another deal though. Hooked on finding some fabled gem, Sabine gets Beau to check out leads since he’s been virtually everywhere, and has done more than his fair share of archaeological things. 102
Although… his ‘diggings’ usually consist of him teleporting his body in to some crypt, looking around, and absconding with any thing that looks like it’s worth something. Usually, he leaves most things be, but if something looks like it could help him break his little curse, then it’s more than likely in his possession. 103
Besides, Sabine pays extremely well, and one job for her usually ends up in a payment worth more than most people see in one year. 104
I looked up as the shower was turned off, and the curtain opened. Standing there in all his glory, tawny skin glistening with water droplets, short brown hair and a day’s worth of whiskers all added to make him one undeniably amazing being. 105
“You look good enough to eat,” I told him. 106
Holding his arms out to his side, he gave me a good once over. “Help yourself.”107
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We were supposed to be meeting Sabine at six that evening, but ended up being late. A little sex in the bathroom ended up being a lot of sex in the bedroom, followed by a romp in the shower.109
Now, sitting across from the woman, I could feel her scrutiny as she stared. Pulling a small picture out of her leopard skin purse (and I’d bet my left arm that is was real leopard), she handed it to Beau. 110
“Looks old,” he said, taking one look and committing it to memory. “Do you want it in your possession, or lost?”111
At times, Sabine also hired him to make sure that someone else’s collection of antiques and artifacts didn’t rival hers. It was petty as hell, but what she didn’t know is that Beau would, more often than not, simply hide the artifact someplace where it would eventually be found. Sometimes that ‘eventually’ took years.112
“It was stolen a twenty years ago,” she told him. “I want it back.”113
Well, this was a new one. “What did the police do to find it?” I asked.114
By the look she bestowed upon me, I could tell that the small statue might have been in her possession through some nefarious means. “The police were not involved,” she said, then ignored me. “How about it, Indy?” she asked, comparing Beau to Indiana Jones. “Up for finding it?”115
“Maybe,” he said slowly, giving the image another look. 116
“Regular fee, of course.”117
“No.” Passing the image back, he stood and held a hand out for me. Confused, I rose, and we were halfway to the door before Sabine spoke again. 118
“Double then,” she said. 119
That was a lot of money, and I could see the calculations going on behind Beau’s eyes. That could fund his search for a long time, and he’d be able to dedicate more energy to finding the scrolls that would contain the words to release both of us from our curse. 120
“Have it transferred within the hour,” Beau said without turning, then pulled the door open and walked out. 121
Silent as we made it out to the main part of the club, we both returned waves to Will, Sabine’s newest toy...uh, boyfriend as he stood by the bar. I had to admit that Will was a step up from the usual leaches that gravitated towards Sabine. At least he didn’t mind pitching in and helping at the club when needed, and still drove his own car instead of the one that his sugar-momma bought him. 122
“When will you be leaving?” I asked, breaking the silence.123
“Couple days,” he said. “Have to look through the information, and then locate it.”124
He didn’t sound overly enthused about it, which was rare for him. Usually, he had a great time finding and acquiring things. “What’s wrong?”125
”Not sure.” Stopping by the motorcycle, he unlocked the helmets from the backrest, and handed me one. Slipping the one in his hand on, he straddled the bike, then hoisted it up and waited for me to join him. 126
After we got back home, and after he phased his sexy ass to the apartment before me, I walked in to find him sitting in front of the computer, searching out things on google. “Once the funds come in,” he said, not looking up, “pay the bills a few months in advance, and let the landlord know that we’ll be moving in about six months.”127
I nodded, although he didn’t see me. One of the hazards of being basically immortal was that you couldn’t stick around some place for a long time. We’d already been living here for nearly ten years, and people were starting to comment on how great we still looked in our ‘late thirties’. 128
Most times we would have rented or bought a house so that it would cut down running in to people, but when we arrived in the city, every thing was vastly out of our price range. After Beau started doing odd jobs for Sabine, we could afford other places but by then had grown to like the apartment and the area we lived in. 129
I found it amusing that Sabine never mentioned that either of use looked the same as we had when we first met, but then again, she was the queen of the Fountain Of Youth. She probably assumed that both Beau and I had really good botox injections. 130
Flipping open the laptop, I logged in to the back account and whistled at the balance amount. Sabine had already sent the money, and day-um! It was a nice amount. Paying every bill we had six months in advance, I logged out and stared at him. 131
“Find anything?”132
“Found lots,” he said. “I thought that ugly thing looked familiar.” Motioning to the screen, he pointed at an article. “Seems it’s a bad luck artifact.”133
“I saw this ‘Brady Bunch’ episode,” I said. “Everyone gets hexed when they touch it.”134
Giving me an amused look, he turned. “Can’t damn the damned, Rina,” he reminded me.135
“Find it yet?” I asked, ignoring his reminder that he was, in fact, basically damned.136
“Not yet.” One of the special powers he had, besides the ability to teleport, read the occasional mind, and heal wounds, was locating anything, anywhere, at any time. It was one of he reasons why he was sought out to obtain certain things by people who would rather not go through official channels. 137
“Any proof that Sabine originally owned it?”138
“She didn’t,” he said easily. “It belonged to her grandfather, and after he died, all artifact property went to her. She apparently wants that property back.” Leaning back in the chair, he raised his arms over his head and stretched. 139
I stared as the material from his t-shirt stretched over a well-defined chest, and before he could lower his arms, I moved forward and sat on his lap, straddling him. He immediately grew hard against me, straining against his jeans as I smiled. 140
“So, Indy,” I teased. “Want to use your whip on me?” 141
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There’s nothing quite like the little scare that accompanies being woken suddenly. And nothing quite like being hit in the face to do that waking. 143
“Ouch!” I sat up in bed, squinting in the early morning light as I reached a hand up to gently touch my nose. Not quite sure what hit me, I looked around, gasping as an elbow jabbed in to my thigh. “Damn it, Beau.”144
Since he was still asleep, he didn’t hear me, and I was sorely tempted to give him a good kick. Rolling over again, I put a hand out to block the arm that came swinging my way, and gently placed it on his chest. 145
From the way his eyes fluttered behind his lids, it looked like he was having a fairly intense dream. Serves him right for staying up most the night researching that ugly artifact on the internet. Probably read all the folklore that went with it, which probably gave him nightmares. 146
The dude could walk in crypts, kill people when he had to, and suck blood, but read one scary story, and it creeped him out. 147
His eyes popped open, and he sat up. “Found it,” he said. 148
“You also found my nose and leg.”149
Giving me a completely confused look, he shook his head. “Found the statuette,” he clarified. Crawling out of bed, he quickly got dressed, then faced me. “Be back in a few minutes.” 150
I watched as he vanished, then reappeared almost immediately. Leaning over, he gave me a kiss, then vanished again. Rubbing the spot on my thigh where I knew there would be a bruise, I leaned against the headboard and waited. 151
The ‘few minutes’ turned to ten, then over twenty, and just as I was starting to worry, Beau appeared on the other side of the bedroom. In his hand was a small leather pouch, which he placed on the small shelf behind him, before coming over and falling on the bed. 152
“Stupid guard dogs,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Had to stay in ‘La-La Land’ for about twenty minutes until they stopped sniffing around my feet.” 153
“Aw, poor baby,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. Before appearing any place, Beau would arrive in the spectral plane first, check things out, then solidify. Since he couldn’t change his destination without first appearing someplace, then immediately leaving again, he had to stay in, as he put it, ‘La-La Land’ until the coast was clear. The longer he remained there, though, the more energy it took from him. 154
Moving so his head was on my lap, he rolled so he was facing my stomach. Inhaling deeply, he smiled, then closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep. Great. And I had to go pee. 155
Waiting until I was sure he was in a sound sleep, I put one leg on the floor, shifted slowly, and slid out from under him. His eyes opened briefly before he rolled over and was sleeping again. 156
After using the bathroom, and getting dressed, curiosity got the better of me. Picking up the small leather pouch, I opened it carefully, pulled it down over the small figure, and looked at it. 157
“Ugly little bastard, ain’t ya?” I whispered to it, then studied it further. “Then again, you are kind of cute in a homely way. Can’t believe Sabine paid a hundred grand for your safe return.” 158
Pulling the bag back over the thing, and placing it back on the shelf, I decided to scour the internet for house rentals in another part of the world. Too bad, though, I was kind of liking it here, and really liking the nearly regular paychecks from Lil’ Miss Rich-Bitch.159
Although…with the internet, living halfway around the world didn’t really mean much in the grand scheme of acquiring certain artifacts. And through the information highway, one of us just might be able to find the scrolls that Beau needed. 160
Part of me prayed that he found a cure to release him from his curse, while another part didn’t want our time together to end. Cured, he would be human, and start aging. Living forever was a pain in the ass at times, but I wouldn’t want to survive a single day without Beau beside me.161
Author notes
Just something new I am working on. This is the only part posted so far.
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Tantalizing...
...I like how Beau isn't a 'pretty boy' vamp but a man who just happens to also be a vampire. Great romantic background how Beau and Rina became bound to each other. To be honest these are my favourite kind of plot developments, where two characters start off detesting the other as the powerful emotion hate can so easily turn into the powerful emotion love.
beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 4, dialog: 4, characters: 4.
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the poster boy for tall, dark and handsome… and the poster child for dark, deadly and sinister------best quote ever!
i of course will read on to the next sections and am looking forward to some big twist and more sassy comments. the humor is great and i loved the detail put into Beau and his abilities.
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Thank you!
I plan on writing more, but life keeps getting in the way. (darn reality
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Where's the next part???
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I hope to have the second part up soon. I have most of it written, but I need one part that is eluding me.
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Hey, not alot of time on my hands, but I really liked it. I think I read some grammar things that seemed a bit off, but i'll have to let you know about them later. This is a really good story/concept. Run with it.
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Amazing
This was amazingly written. I loved how you incorporated some new things about Vampires like how Beau walks through walls and the curse. I also like how he doesn't clamp onto her neck but gently cuts her arm and them heals it back up.
I hope you continue on with this. I want to see how things end up.
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