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It was a universal truth that you never forgot your first love. The fact that Rayojini had thought hers was a figment of her imagination for most of her life had not made her any different from anyone else, though it has certainly made things much more complicated. She had been keeping her eyes open for Gimel. The sight of Beth Metatronim made the bottom drop out of her stomach.
He melted out of the shadows as he always had, when she was heading back to her building long after dark. It was dangerous business for a woman to be out and about at night, especially now with even worse predators than usual on the prowl, but Rayo was confident that she could avoid their attention or otherwise turn them away.
When Beth smiled at her, she knew at once that she had overestimated herself.
"Heart's desire," he whispered and put his mouth on her own. His fangs were out and sharp. Rayo could feel her skin break, her blood begin to well, and he lapped it absently with his tongue.
She knew better, oh she knew better, but her mind was terror and the first sparks of arousal and as she had not been able to save herself twenty years ago, she was helpless now. He would do as he liked, as he'd done before, as the both of them always had, and there was nothing she could do.
"No..." she cried weakly.
Dimly she noticed the approach of a woman, pale as snow, hair melting into the surrounding dark. Of course you brought her, too. You were always useless without her.
He melted out of the shadows as he always had, when she was heading back to her building long after dark. It was dangerous business for a woman to be out and about at night, especially now with even worse predators than usual on the prowl, but Rayo was confident that she could avoid their attention or otherwise turn them away.
When Beth smiled at her, she knew at once that she had overestimated herself.
"Heart's desire," he whispered and put his mouth on her own. His fangs were out and sharp. Rayo could feel her skin break, her blood begin to well, and he lapped it absently with his tongue.
She knew better, oh she knew better, but her mind was terror and the first sparks of arousal and as she had not been able to save herself twenty years ago, she was helpless now. He would do as he liked, as he'd done before, as the both of them always had, and there was nothing she could do.
"No..." she cried weakly.
Dimly she noticed the approach of a woman, pale as snow, hair melting into the surrounding dark. Of course you brought her, too. You were always useless without her.
