She is. The same
woman I called on last night. A beauty that is clueless about the beast she is
sleeping with. I step onto her porch and knock lightly, knowing which need I
plan to fill, but when she opens the door my throat is set on fire. Smiling at
me, she stands in the doorway covered in fake blood from the Halloween party
she just returned from. Even without the smell to tempt me, the sight of
crimson on her skin makes my mouth water. I smile, knowing that not one but two
needs will be filled tonight.
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