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have killed me for it. My family ran high on morals.
    I cleared my throat, “I don’t think I ever asked you your name?”
    “Kali,” she said briefly and turned from me.
    We continued walking deeper into the woods. Again, I noticed it was eerily quiet. I cursed myself for not bringing my rifle. A strange prickling started at the back of my neck. Something was odd about the whole thing, but most of all, I didn’t want Kali to get hurt.
    “Is the caravan much farther? Something feels off out here. I don’t want us to find ourselves in a bind,” s he crooked her head at my question.
    “It’s not too far,” she continued on. I hesitated a moment, wondering how she’d managed on her own without a weapon.
    “Forgive me for saying this, but I don’t understand how you could have been meeting someone by that lake. It’s easily miles from the main road and completely surrounded by the dense forest. Are you sure it was the right place?”
    She stopped abruptly. Her back went rigid and she turned on her heel. She moved like a feline of some kind; each step was calculating and slow. A strange smile spread over her lips and her eyes took on a wild look.
    “Sweet Christian, you are too observant for your own good. I’ve been watching you for a while now, you know. I’ve seen you hunt and trap, day in and day out. You’ve chopped fire wood and fished what game you could from that lake to feed your small family. I know deep down, you crave something more. That’s what had you in the arms of the women you’ve entertained. Something dark and passionate is inside you, struggling to get free.
    “I’m here to save you from this life and offer you another. Your potential is far reaching than so many other men I’ve met. You could have anything and everything you’ve ever wanted. Of course, I knew i f I had told you this back there you would have tried to run. By the way, it won’t matter if you run; you can’t get away.”
    “I don’t understand,” I backed away and stumbled over a rock, falling flat on my back. In an instant, she hovered over me with the same awkward smile.
    “You don’t need to understand now, just relax. I will take care of you,” she whispered in my ear.
    Before I could scurry away, the fiercest pain imaginable assaulted my neck. She had pinned me down and it felt like she was slicing into my skin. I couldn’t even scream. Drifting out of consciousness, the world became a haze. Colors faded to gray, shapes to blobs, as I closed my eyes.
    I learned quickly what she truly was; a vampire. She told me as much the next time she drank from me and laughed when I passed out again. I would awake to her naked body pressed against mine, gyrating in ways I didn’t know existed. Momentarily, I’d forget the pain and ride the waves of pleasure while she massaged my flesh in hand and mouth before allowing me to release inside her.
    Each time was different; both pleasurable and painful. Once or twice I’d wake up to her quivering flesh resting on my lips. I would oblige and relish in her climax before she’d take more blood and force me out again. The rollercoaster was one of dreams and nightmares.
    It continued that way for some time. My body ached terribly from the lack of blood, but she didn’t seem to care. I begged her to stop, to let me go, but she just shushed me and took more. I’d often wake in the night with hot tears fresh on my cheeks. The pain was of almost unbearable proportions.
    Unable to perform as she wanted, I figured the end was coming. I watched her through glazed eyes dress in the riding clothes and drape a blanket over my shivering body. Her lips moved close to my ear, but I couldn’t hear the words. Moments later she forced a bloody wrist to my mouth which inspired a series of gags from me, but she held steady. When I stopped thrashing she tore into my flesh again. I watched the world swirl into blackness, as I swallowed the large amount of her blood that pooled on my tongue. I

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