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means.”
“It means love,” he answered.
She whistled. “Oh. Man. I have really gone over-the-top now. Shot right past Jupiter. I’m on my way to Neptune! You’ve been calling me love? Your love? This entire time?”
He nodded.
“And that’s not psychotic to you?”
“Why would it be?”
“Oh, come on, Anso. You’re a god among men. You know it. You even told me that’s what your name means! And. Well. Let’s just face it. I might be cute, but I’m a fat chick. Level with me, here.”
Anger flooded his veins, adding fuel to an already massive fire. He found it difficult not to snarl. “By hella! What is it with you, woman? You are perfection! I have never beheld such beauty! You are never to call yourself that again! You hear me, wiblih ? Ever! I will not allow it!”
“ You won’t allow it?
“No!”
“What on earth makes you think you have a say?”
He yelled the answer. Sound reverberated through the room, rattling fake candelabra, spilling several more of them. Lighting flickered and dimmed further. Leah gasped. He knew because he matched it. Anso moved onto his hands and knees. Approached where she was propped against the headboard.
“L-l-look. Anso? Um. My last boyfriend was just an asshole, and this...is getting a bit deep. I’ll figure out the triggering event sooner or later, and then...well. It’s going to be a hell of a memory for my old age. And...it isn’t like I couldn’t fall for you. Okay? Really fall. Far. And hard. If – of course – you were real. But nobody falls in love...at first sight. It’s a romance trope. Okay?”
He lifted his upper lip, releasing his canines. He’d sliced skin. He could feel blood droplets as they hit his chin.
“Oh. No. No. Come on. Give me a break. You’re already major sexy, Anso. But...um. Fangs? You have to actually have fangs?”
“Yes.”
“Well. We’re just going to have to talk about that now, too, aren’t we?”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you have fangs!”
“Of course I have them. I am a vampire,” Anso told her.
“Oh, no. No. Please? Can’t you be something original? Like...a Succubus?”
“There is no such thing.”
“There is no such thing as a vampire, either.”
“You say that when you are with one?”
“Just because...you can grow fangs...doesn’t mean anything. Okay? It means you’re suffering...um. It’s commonly known as Renfield’s Syndrome. But that’s just...a manifestation of Schizophrenia. It’s not...real.”
She had distinct pauses throughout the words. Her eyelids dropped slightly. Her lips parted. Sweet breath touched him. The bed was vibrating with a series of tremors that didn’t just come from him.
“Le...ah.”
He pulled the name from his depths. Bass tones resounded through the chamber. Her voice was a breathless hint of sound when she answered.
“Man. Oh, man. Do I...have the best imagination...in the world...or what?”
Her head fell back; displaying the purplish spots hadn’t healed from where he’d punctured her throat before. They throbbed ever so slightly with her pulse. Anso studied them for a span. And then he pressed his mouth to hers.
And let her take this time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I’m still here?
What did that make it? A day? Two? A week? It was impossible to tell time. There didn’t seem to be any windows.
Leah lifted her head from the mattress, and viewed the carnage of what had been pristine silken sheets. She focused on the ermine-trimmed, embroidered damask coverlet for a moment. It didn’t look to have sustained any damage – any further damage anyway – and nothing of an irreparable nature. Either way, it shouldn’t matter. This was just a Psychotic Delirium, but she still felt a sense of relief to know they hadn’t ruined a priceless piece of medieval art, even if it was all in her head.
She looked out farther, taking in the room. Most of the candles were on the floor, in various stages of illumination. She could see now that they weren’t
“It means love,” he answered.
She whistled. “Oh. Man. I have really gone over-the-top now. Shot right past Jupiter. I’m on my way to Neptune! You’ve been calling me love? Your love? This entire time?”
He nodded.
“And that’s not psychotic to you?”
“Why would it be?”
“Oh, come on, Anso. You’re a god among men. You know it. You even told me that’s what your name means! And. Well. Let’s just face it. I might be cute, but I’m a fat chick. Level with me, here.”
Anger flooded his veins, adding fuel to an already massive fire. He found it difficult not to snarl. “By hella! What is it with you, woman? You are perfection! I have never beheld such beauty! You are never to call yourself that again! You hear me, wiblih ? Ever! I will not allow it!”
“ You won’t allow it?
“No!”
“What on earth makes you think you have a say?”
He yelled the answer. Sound reverberated through the room, rattling fake candelabra, spilling several more of them. Lighting flickered and dimmed further. Leah gasped. He knew because he matched it. Anso moved onto his hands and knees. Approached where she was propped against the headboard.
“L-l-look. Anso? Um. My last boyfriend was just an asshole, and this...is getting a bit deep. I’ll figure out the triggering event sooner or later, and then...well. It’s going to be a hell of a memory for my old age. And...it isn’t like I couldn’t fall for you. Okay? Really fall. Far. And hard. If – of course – you were real. But nobody falls in love...at first sight. It’s a romance trope. Okay?”
He lifted his upper lip, releasing his canines. He’d sliced skin. He could feel blood droplets as they hit his chin.
“Oh. No. No. Come on. Give me a break. You’re already major sexy, Anso. But...um. Fangs? You have to actually have fangs?”
“Yes.”
“Well. We’re just going to have to talk about that now, too, aren’t we?”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you have fangs!”
“Of course I have them. I am a vampire,” Anso told her.
“Oh, no. No. Please? Can’t you be something original? Like...a Succubus?”
“There is no such thing.”
“There is no such thing as a vampire, either.”
“You say that when you are with one?”
“Just because...you can grow fangs...doesn’t mean anything. Okay? It means you’re suffering...um. It’s commonly known as Renfield’s Syndrome. But that’s just...a manifestation of Schizophrenia. It’s not...real.”
She had distinct pauses throughout the words. Her eyelids dropped slightly. Her lips parted. Sweet breath touched him. The bed was vibrating with a series of tremors that didn’t just come from him.
“Le...ah.”
He pulled the name from his depths. Bass tones resounded through the chamber. Her voice was a breathless hint of sound when she answered.
“Man. Oh, man. Do I...have the best imagination...in the world...or what?”
Her head fell back; displaying the purplish spots hadn’t healed from where he’d punctured her throat before. They throbbed ever so slightly with her pulse. Anso studied them for a span. And then he pressed his mouth to hers.
And let her take this time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I’m still here?
What did that make it? A day? Two? A week? It was impossible to tell time. There didn’t seem to be any windows.
Leah lifted her head from the mattress, and viewed the carnage of what had been pristine silken sheets. She focused on the ermine-trimmed, embroidered damask coverlet for a moment. It didn’t look to have sustained any damage – any further damage anyway – and nothing of an irreparable nature. Either way, it shouldn’t matter. This was just a Psychotic Delirium, but she still felt a sense of relief to know they hadn’t ruined a priceless piece of medieval art, even if it was all in her head.
She looked out farther, taking in the room. Most of the candles were on the floor, in various stages of illumination. She could see now that they weren’t
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