Dedicated to Chemi-Tsu...
The first meeting was absolutely different, like all the rest - from other people or monsters. There was no romanticism between them, not even a sexual desire, not even a wild animal passion. Only arrogance, haughtiness and arrogance are all that he could read in her eyes. Everything, a paragraph, a point, not a single unnecessary emotion and an extreme degree of cold calculation
Unless she smiled predatoryly and ran her fingers along his cheek, sarcastically giggling, without malice, of course, but mockingly and coldly so that Valentine felt like he had a cold on his skin. After all, he was a terrible monster, breaking hearts of a lot of girls. And he swore. He swore that he would surely break it to this cunning cat.
He was sure that he was halfway to the goal - at such a time, the companion could not get bored with him, he was not going to throw it, and the relationship they had when viewed from the outside, developed very strong. But the vampire was very much mistaken; she constantly let out claws, not forgetting to remind thus, who here is the wild and opsnym a beast. She sneaked up to him every day closer and closer, and then stung. Like a snake. Although, no; not a snake. A cat whose claws are smeared in poison.
She left cuts on his body every night - when they exchanged hot touches and whispers, thinking how they would break the heart of this idiot Draculaura, so she did not understand anything. Then he did not even suspect how much Toralai was cunning; that she will not hesitate to insert a knife in the back to everyone, maybe, with the exception of her best friends, two more cats-werewolves.
And one day she broke his heart of stone. More correctly, split into pieces - this creature can not love, just like herself. They just ... did not need all this, but the realization that it happened late. Too late. In her eyes, as before, and a hint of unnecessary and unnecessary feelings, and only a slightly trembling voice gave him Toralay. She simply said: "Then you will break her heart herself, I do not participate in it" - and turned, sharply and soaring up short red hair.
She did not know. I did not know that I killed the last rays of light with that vicious heart of a vampire; that she killed them in her own heart now.