For he used it on you first. It rocked my head back and made reality shift just a little to the side, like a television that isn't quite in focus. Out loud I said, I fed on you at about two in the morning, which means it's only been eight hours. I felt his skin under my teeth, felt the meat of him in my mouth, and underneath that was that frantic beating pulse.
He informed me as he glided toward the basement, with his spotted tail swishing behind a very human-looking backside, I'm supposed to be on stage tonight at Guilty Pleasures. Only you, ma petite, could keep having such accidental sex. It was true, though they'd amended the law so that you had to have more than one count of gaze-induced blood taking to execute someone. Again, silly me.
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