by K. A. M'Lady
Kieran’s lust-filled growl brought the light show to a subtle close. That, and the rush of his seed pumping inside of me. I knew it was a seed that would never sprout—the dead can’t give life. But the knowledge that I could bring him so much pleasure was enough for me.
I watched the way his skin filled with the heat of my blood, turned a soft shade of cream that most would never notice, and smiled with delight.
“Take from me that which you have freely given,” he told me. Then, he took his fingernail and opened a line at his own neck. I watched, momentarily awed, while his blood beaded and jeweled like rubies against the cream of his flesh with an all-consuming desire and dark need all my own, one I didn’t bother to question or consider the consequences of. “In love and in trust,” I whispered. “For now and for always.” Then I leaned forward and drank the immortal nectar from the flesh of my dark love.
With the rich, dark heat of his blood against my lips, just to be safe, I prayed to the Prophets, if we open our eyes and there is nothing but Darkness, forgive us so that we may wake and once again walk in the Light eternal.
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When I slept, I dreamt of angels. Beautiful, sparkling angels dressed in the armor of warriors with long flowing capes. All of them sought my death.
Strange that Children of the Light would want to kill me when I was supposed to be their Chosen. Then again, lately it seems that if a day goes by that someone isn’t seeking my blood or my death, then it’s been bloody fucking marvelous. So why did I suddenly feel like this was going to be a long, cold winter?
As the saying goes, ‘In for a penny...In for a pound.
K. A. M’Lady
K.A. M’Lady lives in the ‘burbs of Chicago with her husband, three children and her beagle, Chevy. She’s been lost in the world of fiction since she was a small child, and frankly, never wants to be found—at least not any time soon. “Myth and magic builds dreams and inspirations – and in an insane world, it is our dreams that spark the revolution of change. No matter which world is being conquered. Within our dreams – all things are possible.”
