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“She was everything I had ever wanted to be and so much more. What with her sparkly eyes and animated, gesticulated hands, her beautiful blonde hair cascading down gracefully like silk and her eyes so electric and cheeks the colour of rose. Vivacious and vibrant though she was in her innate talent at being able to hold a conversation with anyone, she loved and prized being alone paramount to being besieged.”

“Kesha's presence struck me instantly, tall and regal, her mocha skin seeming to glow with intricately coiled dreadlocks. She carried herself like royalty, and in that moment, I knew I'd never seen anyone more captivating. A fierce desire took root in me, undeniable and raw. I wanted her badly”

“It seemed strange to me, to suddenly be so protective of the rights of refusal of a girl I was dying to sink my teeth into, a girl who would probably love to see me crawl and beg and suffer. But I decided on the spot that if I was going to be a monster, I was going to be an elegant one, like my beloved De Lafontaine. There was no sense descending into an animalistic frenzy without the full agreement of my blood donor; there was no art in it, no beauty. And I would die before I sacrificed art and beauty. Life simply wasn't worth living if it wasn't by those principles.”

“Her skin is moon-luster white, but with undercurrents of blue, like an entire network of split, broken veins. It stretches like old parchment over the amalgam of enlarged muscles that she presumably calls arms or legs; the bulk is such that I can’t tell if she has only arms and no legs, or vice versa. If she wanted to, she could easily pursue an enemy on all fours, or else wield a freezeshot weapon in every one of her clawed hands. Or feet. My brain spins from trying to process. Wings, too, arch powerfully from her shoulder blades, their span broader than my height. They look like aged leather. I have the strangest urge to, if I were closer, run my fingers across the membrane, see if it feels as strong and solid as it looks. “Better?” the monster says, sardonic. She draws her arm back, the ball of false flame now illuminating her face. My breath catches in my throat. She looms above me, even as I rise up on my toes, her height terminating at perhaps eight feet. That arch of jawline could’ve been carved from glass, and likewise the curves of her cheeks, the solid line of her brow—her face is more bones than skin, a skeleton animated, a corpse confused at its own continued breath.”

“I wish it were just us. I wish there were another universe, a far-off galaxy, even just one planet where we could be together, hidden away from political conflicts and rising wars. I want to fall asleep and wake up in our own little pocket of private time, orbiting each other, spinning on the selfsame axis, our days and nights in sync until we have no more left to give.”

“Do you remember, darling A year ago today When we gave ourselves to each other Before you went away At the end of that pleasant summer weather Which we had spent by the sea together? How little we knew, my darling, All that the year would bring! Did I think of the wretched mornings When I should kiss my ring And long with all my heart to see The girl who gave the ring to me? We have not been sorry darling We loved each other so- We will not take back the promises We made a year ago- And so again, my darling I give myself to you, With graver thought than a year ago With love that is deep and true.”

“The first thing I feel is heat. Her lips are thin but soft, and extremely eager. As I part my mouth and move against her, I can tell she’s being careful to keep her sharp teeth behind her lips. I twist my hand in her mane, pulling her closer. I’m not fragile—I can take a little bite if she’s willing to give it to me.”