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Beth snuck towards the door she had never seen before. She looked around. No one was following her. She knocked quietly on the wood and whispered, “Aneska, I’m here,” to the person on the other side.

The door opened and there was a woman there. Her auburn hair glittered as red as blood in the candlelight. Her grey eyes shone with a hunger no mortal could ever understand. She ushered Beth into the room.

It was the grandest, most extraordinarily decorated room Beth had ever seen, yet she found herself paying no attention whatsoever to her surroundings, as though she’d spent every day of her life with a similar background. That was what tipped her off that it wasn’t her dream; it was Robert’s.

The woman, Aneska, as soon as the door was closed, made no hesitation in biting her wrist and offering it to Beth—no, Robert, she corrected herself. Robert clamped his lips over the bite and recoiled at the taste, but Aneska had her other hand against the back of Robert’s head so he wasn’t going anywhere. Beth could taste the blood in her own mouth.

Aneska used the arm that Robert was drinking from to fold him against her. She gently stroked Robert’s dark hair and whispered in his ear. Her words sounded like Hungarian and although Robert could understand it, he wasn’t listening.

After a while, Aneska took her arm away from Robert’s mouth and slowly turned him around to face her. She touched Robert’s cheek, kissed his forehead and then snapped his neck.

Beth sat bolt upright, screaming for Robert. She’d felt exactly what it meant to die; she’d felt Aneska snap her neck. But then Robert was beside her, cradling her in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

Beth couldn’t answer, all she could do was sob and clutch onto Robert’s shirt for dear life.

“Have you been dreaming about my memories again, farfallina?” he whispered. Beth just nodded, trying to stifle a sob. “There’s only one that could invoke such a reaction. I did that of my own free will, Beth. I knew what she was going to do to me. She’s the only reason I am what I am today.”

It was silent for a short while.

“Do you ever regret it?” Beth asked quietly, getting her voice under control.

“Sometimes,” he replied, “but I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

Beth looked up at him and he smiled down at her.

“I’m soaking your t-shirt,” she pointed out, drying her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter. Come on, there’s someone who wants to meet you.”


Robert’s smile widened. “Just come into the living room.”

Robert got up, landing a kiss on Beth’s lips before leaving the room. When the door was closed, Beth got up. She found her t-shirt neatly folded at the foot of the bed. She pulled it on and paused for a minute. A clock on the wall said it 04:37 in the morning. The sun had not yet come up and the moon was starting to dip in the sky. She followed Robert to the living room.

The End

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