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Glassy eyes flashed as he downed the last drop of blood from his victims. Slowly, his tongue grazed his lips as he savored this sweet wine. The light of the mournful moon glimmered in his eyes as a slow sigh of relief materialized as white mist between his lips.
Energy shot through his veins like power, like an electrical current recharging.
At last, he felt alive.
The wind slowly but surely settled, the trees resting from their dance in its feathery arms. The melancholy light of the moon quietly escorted him to his home within the darkness, the place he found the most comfort in.
And there he saw you.
With the soft pad of your thumb, you wiped away the ruby resting at the corner of your mouth, eyes burning with satisfaction. You swallowed the last drop of that same, sinful drink, its delight clouding your senses yet fueling your frozen veins with fire.
He smiled at your elegant figure. Ah, every glanc