by Nicki J. Markus
She was drawn to the alley by a force she couldn’t explain. It was dark inside. This was not a place she would normally want to be, but the call was irresistible. When he stepped out of the shadows, her breath caught. He was beautiful. An angel. He beckoned to her and she stepped into his embrace. He kissed her lips and stroked her hair, whispering she was his. The sting at her throat hurt but a moment. Then the pain was gone, and all that remained was the delirious joy as he drank every last drop of her blood.
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