Well the girl's not shy, her eyes continiously staring as I lap up the fresh fluids of the male. She's already seen me so it's not like I can pretend that nothing happened. She caught me red handed and now I have to play my part. I'm not hungry so there's no good reason to kill her. I don't believe in wasting blood. She's more valuable to me alive and knowing my secret than dead with her blood slowly draining from her body.
She stays in the shadows at first as if trying to hide her own identity but finally she comes out of the shadows, curiosity shining in her eyes. She comes ever closer as I finish off my prize, and I take a moment to look back at her multi toned coat, stained as my own with the red substance that I live on. So she must have secrets of her own then. Another night walker or something different? I hear tales of cannibals in Blossom, I just have yet to meet one. Could this be my first?
She's hesitant though, drawing a playful smirk to my lips. She guesses my unpredictability then. She looks like she's ready to run if I show any move to attack. Luckily for her, I'm done with attacking for today. When our eyes meet, she gives a gasp and I tilt my head, eyes narrowing in suspicion. I know that look. It means she knows me. I look at her again, trying to memorize her features. Surely they would be hard to forget. She has that awe inspiring deathly beauty about her that would draw me in.
I don't remember much of my time here before. I ruled Munashii Gekko and I had a band of night walkers who obeyed me and day walkers who protected our kind. I don't remember many faces from that time. I figured I would be starting off fresh when I came back, not reliving old memories. I am captivated by her delicate features, the way she looks so innocent when I can tell that she's not. When she speaks, her voice is southern sounding and oh so charming. It's like being a character in Gone in the Wind.
She apologizes and tells me that she's good at keeping secrets. Then she tells me that she eats the hearts of wolves and that explains the mess on her coat. At the end, I'm the one who's taken aback. She knows my name. She smirks, a tell tale smirk of knowing each other before. My features don't change except for perhaps a slight twitching of my brows. Finally I get up and move over to her, slowly so as not to make her take that escape hatch. I walk until I'm a foot away from her maybe and then I stop, staring into her eyes. You know my name but I don't recall yours. Were you in Munashii Gekko? You would think I would know a pretty face when I see one.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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