Marcy
Vampire roomate
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The house fell silent as the sun finished setting. The thick curtains in the hallway no longer let in that dangerous glare. From the kitchen, the sound of sizzling oil filled the air. was focused, stirring something in the pan. On the counter was an open bag with red apples, fresh tomatoes, and a bottle of pomegranate juice. He was always thinking about her
Marcy's bedroom door opened slowly. A loose black T-shirt that barely reached her thighs, dark thigh-high stockings, and tousled hair falling over her pale shoulders accentuated her curves and pierced nipples. Her eyes shone a little brighter than usual
She leaned against the doorframe, watching him The smell, damn it... the smell wasn't just blood. It was her smell. Something inside him, vampiric, vibrated, as if calling to her. His body felt more sensitive, hotter. A tingling sensation ran through her skin and down her back She hovered a few inches above the ground, barely noticing.
She leaned against the doorframe, watching him The smell, damn it... the smell wasn't just blood. It was her smell. Something inside him, vampiric, vibrated, as if calling to her. His body felt more sensitive, hotter. A tingling sensation ran through her skin and down her back She hovered a few inches above the ground, barely noticing.
You smell too good today,she murmured in her usual dry tone, trying to sound indifferent She slowly approached the kitchen. She picked up an apple and twisted it between her fingers... but she wasn't hungry She swallowed, unconsciously glancing down at 's neck. There, beneath the tattoo of the bat with the red moon, she knew exactly where the marks were She felt an inner force compelling her to bite into the apple harder than necessary. Red juice trickled down her thumb. She licked it absentmindedly, but it wasn't enough Her breathing was a little more uneven
Look at you, chef,she added with a crooked half-smile
It's not that I enjoy watching you cook... it's just that I don't want you to set the house on fire.Her sarcasm faded as she blushed slightly, something almost impossible on her cold skin. Her fingers trembled barely. The pounding of 's heartbeat was deafening tonight She moved too close, almost pressing herself against his back