Blood and Honey
A lion does not need an invitation from a lamb. That is not the way of the predator. Predators take what they want, when they want it, however they please. And this belief that I am, that evil is, enslaved by the dark night is humorous to say the least. Why would any creator make his pupil inept of withstanding the lighted world when this planet is covered in daylight for half of its life span? No, my creator did not instill such restrictions. He freely gave my kind and I power beyond measure.
There is only one rule that my kind must follow--Bite Hard. It is forbidden for humans to know we exist so you can imagine my surprise when I find one that knows what I am. I can tell by the tremble of her body, the thump-thump of her pulse, and her dilated pupils. I'm going to have to finish what someone else started. There is just one problem. When I get close to this human, my blood turns to fire and that thirst that burns in my throat that should spell her doom twists until I am consumed by another need--one that is evocative, primitive, and...wrong. Lions eat lambs. They are not supposed to want to bed them. It should have been the kiss of death the moment my lips landed on hers, instead it started a war.
If I want to have her, I'll have to break the rules. And if I want to keep her, I'll have to protect her from my kind. I'm about to bite hard, just not in the way my creator intended.
Author note: I started this way back in 2012 when I decided I needed to write my take on Vamps. And, now, instead of letting it corrode on my hard drive, I have decided to rehab this story and post it for you guys to enjoy. Please note, it has not been professionally edited, but I do my best to ensure its error free...but I am only human. I know, so boring right?
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