Her eyes were the dark shadowed brown he had been searching 300 years for. The warmth of her lips, her heavy waves of sun-kissed brown tossed over her shoulder. Under a faint bulb, she gazed out the black window into an unknown environment. An unbearable melting sensation came over her, perhaps a desire for death, a swoon of sin. The soft caress of his fangs over her willing neck. A prisoner of fantasy.

Updated: 15.3.2015

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