For this one, you must lure your lover into the bite that will convert them fully.
LAST BITE (any gender, mid teens through late life)
Just one more. I wish you all the best. I think you wish me all the best. Don't you? Our little adventure wasn't so little that it was meaningless to you... was it?
And I want to apologize. I left scars. I do that. They're pretty hard to remove too. The skin on the neck is so thin... maybe a third hole would make it look like you had surgery-- sorry. I'm not trying to control your actions again. You do what you like. Of course. Of course.
But it all ended so harshly. I think I have some scarring too, ya know. I can handle crosses okay but an actual crucifix? That burns pretty badly, hon. Sorry. I don't get to call you that anymore. Sorry. And I'm sorry that I forced myself on you. I can understand that defense move with the crucifix, it just caught me off guard. I didn't even know you were religious. Or that you hadn't trusted me enough to know that I was just hungry. Just for a snack.
So, yes. I'm hurt as well. I treated you like an object in the end but I feel like you treated me like a monster. And that isn't me. Don't you remember? Don't you remember what it was really like to get the bite? That sting but then that ticklish feeling that just goes up and up and up into such a humming ecstasy? Two people exchanging life. One giving, one recieving... just for a moment.
Just one more time so we can remember that again?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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