The firelight licked her goose fleshed skin as she lay bare and vulnerable before it. Thoughts chased around her head, skittering down her spine.
“I don’t date vampires,” she murmured.
“Didn’t,” he corrected, dislodging his second boot and watching the play of warm colours across her skin. He paused. He could smell her sweet scents, autumn flowers and fallen leaves, whispering in with the sneaking sliver of fear.
It wasn’t just her blood he wanted. It was her soul willingly given.
Seven days…
Seven saintly virtues…
“It was me,” she lied, not daring to look back.
His face hardened and he rolled up his sleeves. The muscles in his arms flexed, pythons beneath his skin.
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Seven days…
Seven saintly virtues…
It was the sweetest.
The poison drained from his body, filling her veins and curling through her velvet heart. Colour returned to his face, but her lashes remained shut.
She backed onto her heels, the venom unfurling in her brain. Her breath held, lips tingling.
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Seven days…
Seven saintly virtues…
As he took the bullet, centuries passed before his eyes.
His body thumped against the steps, the blood of innocents collecting on the rock from his pouring veins. She kept running.
His sacrifice bled out unnoticed.
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