There are dreams that tempt our resolve. That tempt the steps we take to overcome the weak impulses that stir within us. Impulses that drive us to thirst, to drain...to feel.
My vampire ex thinks she understands, but I know different.
This other woman has no immortal worries. She carries on, unaware. After her guests left her company, the other night, she remained - alone with her mortal guilts.
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