"Tell me that story again, William."
He looked up, the sated warmth of blood, sex, and of pain given and received still clouding his senses. "What story?"
"The one when you and I have a happily ever after ending. I know it's your favorite."
"That's no story, Dru." He leaned up off the bed, blood now running hot and wild through his veins, throbbing in all the places where she had hurt him, biting and scratching and scraping. "You and I, we're real, we're forever. There's no fiction in that."
Her little sad sound silenced the rush of his blood.
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