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He eyed the buttons on her tight blouse, buttons that he knew would lead to pure bliss once they were undone. He had always loved her, since she was a child, knowing that one day they would be together, that is until the illness had invaded his body. He had protected her for years, always shunning her advances, acting as if he were not interested, until he could no longer stand the anguish, he had to tell her of his terrible disease. She cried as he told her the story of a one night stand that had happened many years before and of how his world had been turned upside down, never allowing him to experience the pleasure of guiltless passion and love. She kept her distance for quite some time, until the power of love, or at least the magnetism of lust, invaded her heart and soul. She sought him out, not caring about the consequences of her wanting desires. They were both sure that this is what they wanted. He began to kiss her on the cheek at first,tentatively exploring her willingness to proceed. Gradually he worked his way to her pouting lips, as his fingers began to fumble for the buttons on her skin tight blouse. He undid one button and then another, exposing her perfect breasts. She had not worn any bra or undergarments, in anticipation of what was in store for her this night. She began to undress him, pulling him down on top of her, onto the waiting bed. He continued kissing her, making his way from her mouth to her baby smooth neck, down to her perky breasts, and lower, to regions that he had dreamed of exploring. He kissed her forever, it seemed, as he slowly worked his way back to her beautiful face. That is when he began to feel ill, it began to overtake him, a weakness in his body that was worse than ever before. He began to sink into a state of depression, as he told her that he must not continue. She assured him that it was alright, that she was willing to live with the consequences. His desire was there, like a fire burning out of control, maybe it was just her o.k. that he had needed. She laid back on the bed and he gently climbed on top of her. With all of his strength and passion, he plunged his teeth deep into her throat, clamping his jaw upon her neck, tearing the outer layers of flesh, exposing her pulsating artery. She screamed, but it was muffled by the blood that was finding its way into her airway. The blood flowed freely into his mouth, as he drank from her dying body. Her skin began to turn almost white, and her eyes rolled back into her skull. She knew the consequences and the risk involved. If he drank too much, then she would never recover, never be able to spend eternity at his side, she had trusted him and his ability to control his hunger, but that was her mistake. He drank from her body, until her skin had shriveled and pruned around her once sexy frame. She was empty, beyond the point of an unholy resurrection, a lifeless entity with a gaping hole in the side of her throat. He looked upon her, strangely satisfied, yes he had loved her, the same way that one may love a vintage wine, he had waited so long for her to become perfect for his needs. He was satisfied, his thirst had been quenched. There would be more women to love, there always had been since that fateful night, hundreds of years ago, and there would be many more in the eternities to come. He bent over her and put the clothes back upon her body, trying to show her some final respect. He did the last button on her blouse, and disappeared into the night!

No I have not seen twilight or true blood, so if there are any similarities, Sorry!

Thanks to Brian Miller, he makes me think about my words!

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