  Willow didn't think, didn't doubt it. She took the dagger from her left boot, slit her wrist, and placed her hand over the vampire's mouth.
  She gently cradled his head at her chest, taking his weight as the drops of her blood coated his lips.
  At first, it didn't look like the vampire was taking it. It's hard to say. Not even his chest is moving. Sweat gathered on her forehead. Restlessness twitched her muscles, reaching into her bones. Why isn't anything happening? Her throat closed around a hard lump. She couldn't fail after coming so far.
  She gently rubbed his throat, coercing him to swallow as blood dripped from her wrist and trickled from his mouth.
  &quot;Please... please,&quot; Willow whispered vehemently not knowing whom she was begging or for what.
  After a few seconds, his tongue peeked out slowly and swept over his lips, tasting her blood.
  Exhilarated, Willow shifte

  The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him.
  He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true.
  A Millenia... he has waited for a Millenia for this day. Patiently, oh so patiently counting each day, each minute, each second for this very moment. He could feel it within grasp. So close that his fingers twitched, wanting to claw and snatch it with his fingers.
  But he has promised his Mage that she can have her fun. He wouldn't have entertained her thoughts if it didn't profit him.
  After all, she is his puppet. All he has to do is bestow her with some fr

  Willow looked at the ancient building looming before her. There is nothing special about it. In fact, it is creepy and forlorn, perfectly suited to keep the wanderers away.
  The building screams of abandoned forgotten stories. It's more like a hollow castle... just a huge, lifeless cluster of rocks. Creepy. The silence encircling it enhanced the tension. Anticipation hung hugely in the air.
  Without any further ado, Willow put her hand on the nearest tree.
  She can't see anything or rather not see in the right direction. Sometimes it happens. Trees don't have a timeline, they are eternal. It's hard to distinguish the stories it shows and when it happened.
  Sometimes the imprint is so strong that they are noted by each bark and leaf. And other times it shows fleeting incidents of no value. The strong imprint doesn't mean it has to be a recent event. That's the negative side of her p

Willow didn't think, didn't doubt it. She took the dagger from her left boot, slit her wrist, and placed her hand over the vampire's mouth.
  She gently cradled his head at her chest, taking his weight as the drops of her blood coated his lips.
  At first, it didn't look like the vampire was taking it. It's hard to say. Not even his chest is moving. Sweat gathered on her forehead. Restlessness twitched her muscles, reaching into her bones. Why isn't anything happening? Her throat closed around a hard lump. She couldn't fail after coming so far.
  She gently rubbed his throat, coercing him to swallow as blood dripped from her wrist and trickled from his mouth.
  &quot;Please... please,&quot; Willow whispered vehemently not knowing whom she was begging or for what.
  After a few seconds, his tongue peeked out slowly and swept over his lips, tasting her blood.
  Exhilarated, Willow shifted her hand nearer to his mouth, pleading with him to take some more without any words.
  Sudden

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