...watching her golden eyes as they shift around
looking from his velvet royal red curtains to his desk with a long stick candle baring a calm flame and some scattered papers, he steps forward and closes his eyes as she sympatheically looks at him...his muscular body, his long black hair with such a rich shine..."the longer you wait..." he interupted "i know..."  and slowly opened his deep red wine eyes and stared at her...staring at her lushes red hair her beautiful body he came forward to the night stand beside his bed where she lay and opened the drawer.  Out came a blade and he held it up looking at the glare it got from the light of the candle by his bed...as fear filled his body his name was said "Demascus..." ...silence...he felt the pressure of her hand on his arm now and he slowly turned his head..."...i cannot..." she stayed silent..staring into his eyes...she touched his hand as a tear fell and she layed back and slowly closed her eyes..."you know what you are to do...it is the way of your kind..."

...He brought his body fully on the bed beside her, he lay, as he hovered over her face and started caressing her cheek...she ignored his attention...a sigh came from him as he held the dagger up once again staring at it he noticed his hand was shaking..."Demascus..." he looked at her "do you smell my blood? it is the blood of your enemy, you can no longer betray your kind like this...you are such an honorable vampyre, and I, your only love, and your true love...a wolf..." he covered her lips with his chilled hand...he slowly brought the blade to her heart as she clasped both her hands around the hilt and held it away "no...not like this..." she took the dagger from him and set it aside as she moved her hair revealing her pale flawless neck...though his mouth was watering he felt so much anger for being this far, for loving her for this long...to only hurt himself in the end...he bit in...closing his eyes tight hearing her gasp, feeling her hands in his hair, as memories raced through his mind...memories of the dances they danced together, of the nights they shared in deep conversation, and the love they made in his bed...hearing her say his name in pleasure but now in pain as she held his blood filled mouth away from her throat..."i want you to remember that you had once loved my kind, and that you will never find love that i have given you...and that i am dying while carrying our child...and remember my name...lavydia..." as tears fell and she slowly faded into her eternal rest he kissed her lips that were once warm but now so cold with death, and remembrance of true love.



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