Creature of the Night
A short story about falling in love with a vampire
I met this man a few years ago and I fell in love with him instantly. With the first kiss I knew that he was the one. I was mesmerized by his hazel eyes. But when my lip was bitten so hard while making out, that blood was drawn, deep down I knew he was a vampire. I was shocked by the amount of blood that poured out. It smelt sweet like honey and he kissed my bleeding lip in an intense frenzy. I fell in love with a creature of the night.
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Chloe Rose Violet ๐น
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loud about the healing
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Emily, I liked the plot and creativity of this story! The perspective you chose was unique and intriguing! Great work!
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