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The club had a catwalk. It always reminded her of the Bronze from Buffy. Kay stood up there, looking down at everyone. Now that she knew that there were real vampires in the world, she wondered if she could find them just by looking. It didn't seem likely. No one was in dated outfits. She kept looking for her real target and found him by the bar, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone around him.
I sit here, alone with my thoughts. How can this be happening to me? What did I do wrong? It hits me like a ton of bricks. I did nothing. This is not my fault. If they want to walk out of my life, so be it. They can handle the consequences. I stand from the couch slowly and walk out of the house, keys dangling from my finger. It's time to go out and do some damage.
She watched them scatter and grinned for a moment. Until one of them took aim. "Crap." Kay ducked behind a pillar just as a bullet nicked the stone. Just because she would be born again didn't mean she wanted to turn to ash. She'd be in a cage for sure when she woke again.
She glanced over at the other side of the bed. It was always empty. She was always in some random hotel room, some place that wasn't hers. The other side of the bed was always empty. Kay could have found anyone to fill that spot. But none of them were Warren, none of them were that all consuming, through the decades kind of love.
He kissed her, softly against her lips. It was the first kiss, the sweetest kiss. Kay felt her eyes flutter closed as he slid his arm around her waist, never pressing her against him, only holding her close. It was the most magical moment of her life.
And then a car horn blasted and she looked up to see him dash across the road. Zoning out on the street was not the best plan in the world.
She flopped on the sand and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her brain was telling her she couldn't stay there. The banks of the river wasn't safe. Kay needed to run. Her trembling fingers went to the wounds at her neck and she winced. Tears swam in her eyes. Why didn't he stop?
She glanced down at her phone. Years ago, she got behind technology. Kay had been around long enough to know what would and wouldn't stay around. Texting definitely wasn't going anywhere. There were three texts and she tapped the app, seeing they were all from Raven. Good. He had an idea of where she could find Warren. It lifted her heart and she headed out into the morning, forgetting to pull her hood up against the chilly, winter air.
She felt them puncture her neck and she knew she was screwed. "Warren, please, it's me. It's Kay." Her voice was panicked. His bloodlust was getting the best of him. She knew what it was like to drink her blood, but he couldn't drain her. It would be the end of both of them if he did. "Stop.... Please... Just.... Let me go...."
She wondered if it was okay to dare to dream. It had been nearly seventy-five years, but there he was. How was it possible? Logic knew the answer, but Kay couldn't bring herself to think that. There was Warren, looking like he had when he went off to war. Tears sprang to her eyes. For a moment, she thought he saw her. She dared to hope he'd come to her. But it was an illusion. If she stayed in the open, she'd get caught. She saw the man near him and cursed to herself. It was all a plot to catch her. Damn it!
Do I dare?
How can I possibly?
What are my options?
Should I think this through?
Do I trust my gut?
Why does it hurt?
Is this the right choice?
Am I being selfish?
A child?
Why don't I have the answers?
Do I dare to put myself above others?
To make this choice for myself alone?
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