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Allison’s Eternal Hunger
Sunlight seeped through the dusty museum exhibit, casting an ethereal glow on the veins of Allison’s pale hands. She reclined on the worn velvet bench, a deliberate faintness settling over her petite frame. The ruse was all for show, but she played her part with gusto, recalling the countless romance novels and Gothic dramas she’d devoured in her human life.
Allison’s gaze drifted languidly towards the adjacent gallery, her eyes scanning the shadowy alcoves as if searching for some unseen specter. In reality, she was anticipating a very specific figure – the one who’d changed her immortal existence forever.
With a sigh, she clasped her delicate fingers over her chest, feigning a romantic swoon. “Oh, my mysterious siren, where have you taken me?” The words spilled from her parted lips, honeyed and invites. “This labyrinth of human relics holds little allure compared to the eternal mysteries you’ve revealed.”
As she languished in her fictitious distress, Allison’s mind wandered to the night her life irreversibly altered. The cool caress of fangs at her throat, the intoxicating rush of power and freedom that followed… It had all begun with a single, reckless kiss.
Now, centuries later, she found herself craving the intimacy of that initial bite more than blood. The hunt for her maker had consumed her, driving her to the very fringes of society and the darker corners of the night.
Allison’s thoughts were interrupted by a low, husky chuckle. The sound sent a shiver down her spine as she slowly turned her head, locking eyes with a striking figure emerging from the shadows.
“Darling, you’re far too enticing to remain lifeless,” the man purred, his voice a seductive timbre that seemed to reverberate through her very being. “Shall we resume the dance we began so many years ago?”
With a languid stretch, Allison rose from the bench, her movements fluid and deliberate. She crossed the distance between them with a predatory grace, her gaze never leaving his as she reached up to thread her slender fingers through his dark hair.
“My lord,” she breathed, her voice a sultry murmur. “I’ve waited an eternity for this moment. Please, take me back to the shadows where our tale truly began.”
