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'You lay me down on the bed, your shaking, not from fear, not from cold, but from the passion coursing through your veins. You kiss my lips and trail small kisses to my throat. I close my eyes and turn my head, knowing, anticipating your teeth biting through my skin. You, kiss softly at first, then I feel you brace me against you. You bite down hard, teeth burrowing through my skin. I'm glad I'm on the bed, my vision spins and my body feels week, from the ecstacy of the moment. You finaly break the skin, lapping at my blood like a hungry animal. Everything around me is getting dark, but you pull away and kiss me passionately. I can taste myself on your mouth, my blood taste like a sweet fruit. Not like yours, I've tasted you before, your like the richest chocolate. And became my addiction the second it touched my lips. You hold me close whispering to me, and I close my eyes. If everything where to end right now, if you had chosen to keep drinking... I would depart this world happy. In your arms, which is the only feeling in the world, that can truely make me happy.'

'A certain big burly man holding me close, he's huge in every aspect, but gentile. Taking me softly, even though he makes noises like an animal, growling loud and cussing, like he's trying to hold back so he doesnt break me. And compard to him I am breakble, he could easily snap me, but like I said. He's carefull with me. I am his everything, he treats me like a goddess, his little china doll.'

I know I'm staring, but who couldn't? Black feathered wings glide silently to her back where they fold perfectly. Her alabaster skin glowing harshly in the moonlight No one knows I come here, least of all her. No one knows her as well as I. I see her on the street, bright aqua eyes, so observant, I don't chance staring there. But here, I can watch her, her magnificent form moving like liquid.



Sometimes, I wonder if she knows I'm here. Or pretend she does, so when she changes, its like a beautiful show all for me. I wonder how many others are like her. And I realize their cant be. She is one of a kind. No other creature could compare to her beauty.



I move slightly from my hiding spot as she stretches, the muscles rippling beneath her skin. The light caresses her body like she wears it, and I wish desperately for it to be my hands that touch her so intimately as that light. I realize now that my breathing is becoming labored, and I work to control myself. If I make even the slightest mistake, she'll find me.



It wouldn't be difficult, I'm hard to miss.





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I know he's there, he's there every night. I see him, hear him, smell him. But I never say a word. Why don't I? Just because he's good looking? Well, maybe, but he has never said a word to anyone about what I am. He seems trust worthy. A little odd, but he'll do no harm.



One day, maybe I'll say something? Maybe I'll turn to that big solid man that watches me at night. I like to call him my peeping tom. Even though there is not much to see, I only change in the since of airing out my wings. I see him in town, and he does not stair only furtive glances in my direction. He has few friends, but what friends he does have, they are more than loyal. But still, I know he doesn't say a word. Such things would reach my knowledge in no time. Word travels fast in a small town. And funny enough, not many people notice me. He's the first in a long time.



When I stretch, his breathing gets heavy and a thought crosses my mind that maybe he wants me. But I shake it away. I see slight movement as he moves back into his hiding spot, and I realize he had been moving forward ever so slightly. I wonder again, why he comes here every night? So late, just to watch me transform.



My pocket makes a soft hissing noise, like the wind through the trees. I reach in and flip open my cell to a text from little sister. It reads "We found another under the bridge in the park" I sigh and pocket the small device again. I slide my vision over the dark corner of the yard where my silent friend keeps. But I do not let my eyes linger.



I spread my 6 foot wing span and take a running start, leaving a soft goodbye to the man who watches me, and keeps me company at night. I could nearly swear I hear a goodbye in return. But it must just be the wind in my ear as I climb. I turn on the wind and make my way to the park, to pick up the body of my fallen comrade.