Unfaithful;

It was too good to last.

I can’t abandon the person I used to be so I carry her

but i could have been different.

While trying to coax an interesting tale from anyone, it was usually best not to spook them. And at that very moment, he wasn’t sure the woman needed the whole truth.

She lets out a small hum, a private practice? That did sounded rather shady didn’t it? Was it too late to back out? She wasn’t sure how trustworthy----or not, this man could prove to be. “A private practice..Hmm.” She chuckles a bit at how eager he sounds to hear the rest of the tale. “Patience is a virtue you know?” She takes a sip of the drink she’s been nursing, even taking the time to properly clear her throat. Now she’s just teasing him, purposely taking her time before getting back into it all. “Well,” she pauses at his guess. “You’re not a very sensitive guy are you?  But yes I did die----sort of. If you still count undead as dead.”

“And why would I need to explain the likes to you?” 

“Well if you want my help, it would probably go a lot smoother if I knew what  you meant.”

We turned ourselves to stone, do you hear me? We turned to stone and we reveled in it. My hands starving for that statuesque perfection, I’d never touched anything so smooth and sharp. So we were writing love notes that read like Will and Testaments—TAKE ME IN YOUR MOUTH AND NEVER LET ME OUT. I WANT THE ACHE OF YOUR HANDS UNZIPPING MY SPINE. I WANT TO BE THE LAST BODY YOUR BODY GETS LOST IN. I COULD DIE INSIDE YOU— But I would rather sucker my mouth to the crook of your neck and pull all the poison out. I’ll be the Montague to your Capulet; I’ll fall to pieces for this infant of a thing we pretended to call love. But this was never romance; it was romancing our own destruction. It was me, in so deep my feet couldn’t touch bottom. It was you, knocking teeth with the skeletons in my closet. So I went crawling through the mud and your mouth came out to meet me— dirty hands for dirty kissing. Dirty hearts. Dirty knees. We did it to ourselves, remember? Like we’d be better statues, like we could make art out of that kind of violence. But the mural you paint in blood is still blood. We thought if we stood still enough, we’d forget all the wicked we had done.

‘’I know what you are and you should know what I am. So let this be a warning to you. Josh might ba a bit naive but if anyone hurts the ones I care about - I hurt them.’’

“Well aren’t you welcoming? I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m honestly just trying to find a place to settle for awhile. And while we’re on the topic, I’m not too  terribly keen on threats.”

(longingforhumanity) Davina crossed her arms as she looked at the other brunette. Josh had told her about this new ‘super nice’ vampire girl in town, but Davina clearly didn’t trust her. ‘’Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I don’t buy this whole ‘sweet new girl thing’ you’re trying to pull off.’’

She narrows her eyes at the other, unsure of what she had meant. She was generally a nice person, had she  come across as fake? “I’m here because I’m traveling and this is a beautiful city.” She shrugs, “I’m not quite sure what you mean by ‘sweet new girl thing’.”

Freya sighed at the brunettes words. ‘’I’m sorry to disapoint you, but as I’ve said before; there’s no way for you to become human, unless you’re willing to leave your body. Besides, there’s nothing you could give to me & I honestly don’t have time for this.’‘

Lola was pretty desperate at this  point and maybe it was making her irrational, but she meant it when she said she’d do anything to be human again. “Okay so maybe you don’t need anything from me now, but if you do this then I‘d owe you a favor, and it’s always good to have a favor in your arsenal, right? And as I’ve said before I’ll do anything if it meant being human again.” 

  ❝Bother me?❞

She chuckled a bit at his words, “professional helper?” She takes a deep breath considering his offer, she did after all need someone to vent to didn’t she? It was hard for her these days, to open up--but she didn’t have much to lose considering he had already heard her words about no longer being human.

“It helps to have someone at your side. Not even a lover… just a friend.”

“I had that, well it was  more than a friend--but I blew it.”