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One Day
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It makes her angrier than it should. (She doesn't want to feel anything.)
(She's glad she got to destroy the pedestal he'd placed her on, right in front of his eyes, wielding her greatest weapon.)
Of course he'd be the only one who respects her and talks to her as an equal, even as a vampire and with her emotions off.
I only hope that you can find your way back to your myself one day.
No cure. No wanting to fix her. No judgement.
She almosts hates him for it.
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She loses count of the bodies. Those two never did catch on quick.
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It happens. One day when the sky is darkened and rain starts dripping down in fat little droplets, warning for the impending torrentional exodus.
She's walking in some small little town, looking around for her next meal.
She sees a little boy twirling around in wonder, palms out, face joyful. After so many decades as a vampire, it's hard to tell ages sometimes, yet he can't be more than six.
A small smile graces her face, unfamiliar and unsettling. (There's nothing predatory to it.)
Then a woman comes rushing over to the boy and grabs his hand. "Jeremy! We have to hurry before the rain hits."
It's the root that breaks through the concrete, rejuvenating the seeds of humanity she's kept locked tightly away.
She has to go, has to get away, has to-
She doesn't think she'll ever stop crying.
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He opens the door, sees her, and steps back to let her inside without a word.
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