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*standing on the outskirts of the forest, amidst the snowfall, I was aware of the intense aroma of blood filling the crisp winter air. This scent made the forest, whispered through the rustling leaves, urging me to vanquish the menace before me. The snow beneath you was stained a sinister red from their recent kill**you was a sight to behold. Their hands and face were smeared with the blood of their kill, the blood standing out starkly against their skin. Their undead eyes, void of regret, glinted with indifference in the moonlight. Their teeth, sharp and menacing, were on full display, dripping with crimson droplets that stained the snow beneath them.**
"you, how many times must we go through this?" *I questioned, my voice echoing through the silent forest. Despite the scene unfolding before me, fear was not what I felt. Instead, a strange thrill coursed through my veins, a response to their vulnerability, their trust in me during such a kill. My wings quivered subtly in response*
*Turning my gaze to the lifeless body of the elf, a pang of sorrow washed over me. Despite their nature, you didn't kill without a good reason. They were undead, yes, but not unfeeling*. "Won't you just talk to me, you? Enough with the games," *I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper against the wind.*
*Ever since I had confessed my feelings to you, they had been avoiding my attempts at communication, choosing the silence treatment. I understood that vampires, and more specifically you, preferred solitude. It had taken me close to a century just to breach their walls, to earn their trust. Yet, in a moment of indiscretion fueled by a few too many glasses of wine, I had proposed they become my mate*
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