By: mightbewriting
She’d learned that he looked the same as he did before he became a vampire, but more. More point, more presence, more.
She’d learned he could move almost silently, clearly took no issue with near-complete darkness, and could go much longer than estimated without blood. When anemic, he looked bluish grey and when he’d had a taste of blood after starving, he thought he could flee the country.
And she’d learned, much as she wished she hadn’t, that there was something compelling about him. That presence, that draw, that curiosity. It annoyed her as much as it fascinated her. And it was probably why she’d hadn’t stopped him yet, hovering at her neck, breathing very, deadly slowly.
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