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"Her jagged pearl teeth dug into my shoulder. Their cold numbed the pain, as trickles of hot blood dripped into the crux of where our chests met, forming a lake that would flow over and onto the floor. I said nothing, but inside I begged her to bite me again, to keep this intimacy going to keep the greater intimacy at bay."

""What does the violence say to you?" She asked as I drank deeply from the endless wells of her grey eyes. This was the first time we died together; it wouldn't be the last.

Not her first time dying, but mine."