you know you shouldn't be here.
it's all over her face when she opens the door to the flat.
she looks scared, you think.
of what?
him.
you see him before she does.
behind her, down the hall, looming at the door to there bedroom like fucking Dracula.
she sees you looking over her head, but reacts too late.
you hear her heart pounding.
he pulls her back into the living room, his arm around her throat.
but you're frozen, flowers in hand, in shock, maybe?
no, fear.
for the first night in a long time, you feel like the prey.
some dark, dank, cold feeling, darker and colder than normal, creeps up your spine.
he throws her down, cursing her, cursing you, cursing G-d.
time slows.
you sink further into that dark, mortal fear.
you're snapped out of your stupor by the crack of her skull on the coffee table.
dumb slut, he calls her, crouching over her, beating her limp body with his meaty fists.
the black ice in your veins turns red hot.
your desire whispers, snarls, roars from the hollow pit of your gut.
dropping your gifts, you charge him.
he screams, crazy bitch get offa me.
you take another bite out of his neck.
with his dying breath, he calls you a faggot.
you bark out a dry laugh.
you don't care.
the retribution has been delivered.
the underdog defended.
the hunger slated.
her eyelids flutter.
she comes to.
you stare back at her, shirt stained red, straddling the lifeless body of her blood-sucking boyfriend.
vampyr
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