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Upon the hour
deep midnight arrives, and in the darkness glows amber eyes. Here she waits for him. A meeting forbidden by mortal man. Fingertips to fingertips hands entwined "Come" he whispers "I know what you are" she sighs. "Come" he says again "Come and be my dark bride." So tempted is she to be with him. "I can't" she says pathetically... He pulls her close and in the moonlight they appear to be one. She is under his spell. So in love is she, he kisses her deep. Surrendered she did. Then he claimed her with a fanged grip. He drains away her past to the future he brings. "mine" he growls, "now till the very end" She thinks 'I belong to him' The wind blows. The air shimmers. Now they are gone. Him and his dark bride. She now exists only for him. Now till the end of time.
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