"Stay, please. Don't leave me."
Already he could feel her slipping away. Like the sands of time in the hour glass she slipped through his fingers, as the poison spread through her veins. Poison that had been meant for him.
If only they hadn't swapped glasses, it would be his veins collapsing under the liquid silver death. He kissed her clammy skin, her precious eyes, clouding over in pain, as she took her last breath, and he roared his agony into the night.
They wanted to know who the vamps were, did they? He would show them. Revenge was his.
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