Run - Trowa
by KatiKat
He is running from you. Do you hear him? His bare feet slap on the cold stone.
He is scared - of you, of his own feelings, of the things he hadnīt known before,
of the hot painful desire you brought to the surface.
You watch him, always one step ahead of him.
He opens the door leading to his freedom, and you are there. He gasps, the
candle falling from his nerveless fingers. And before he can scream, you bury
your fangs into his smooth white neck. His blood is rich, sweet.
Heīs yours. And the darkness follows you.
The End