crawling clawing desperately out of the wooden deteriorating grave.
the darkening black rain pierced your pale soft dead cold skin.
your brunette long hair drenched in dirt and a little rain.
bewildered you smiled at the night blood between your teeth a pain struck your slender toned perfect back as you turned your head and tilted it in my direction.
your blue cold eyes fixed on me, locking me in a spell as you crawled out of the grave coming near me with unknown curiosity as you wanted to know what it was to be alive?
you wanted to be held close.
you wanted to feel something other than death.
a warmness, that you never kept.
a love, you were shackled to never feel.
you looked at me for a minute.
taking in the emotion of wanting to get know a mortal, a human where your curiosity was killing.
as you hung on by a thread trying to find words but your undead brain couldn't fathom.
but they wanted to.
so badly.
direly unconditionally bad.
yet you lunged forward.
planting a kiss rough abruptly on my lips.
seducing me by the unraveling cold harden question how to be feel alive again.
and it all started with a little spell and a kiss.
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