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fled her bedroom. Just like I had found it almost impossible to keep my hands off Sophie, I was realising that every time I looked at Madison, she became more and more beautiful and harder to resist. Like on so many occasions I had ripped Sophie’s clothes from her and we had spent hours making love, I was near to the point where I wanted Madison just as much. But somewhere in my heart, I didn’t want her. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Her intense stare and the way she made me feel when she was close scared the shit out of me on some deep, hidden level. Was it because she was a Lycanthrope? Was it because I knew her to come from a race of serial killers – was that what was stopping me from having her? The whole hairy tongue thing had faded to the back of my mind and seemed totally insignificant when watching the way she walked on those long legs of hers, the way her hair fell about her shoulders, the way her eyes sparkled, the way her breath had caressed my neck in the bedroom…
    “Keep away from me,” I spat, raising the palm of my hand out towards her.
    “What?” she asked, sounding confused.
    “Just keep away from me,” I told her again, shifting my position against the tree so I didn’t have to look at her.
    Then I felt her hand gently squeeze my shoulder, as she turned me around to face her. She looked into my eyes and said, “What’s wrong?”
    “I just want to be left alone,” I told her.
    “That’s no fun,” she smiled.
    “I haven’t come here to have fun,” I told her. “I’ve come to catch a killer.”
    Leaning in close to me, she whispered, “Something is happening here -”
    “I know, children are being murdered…” I started.
    “No, I didn’t mean that,” she whispered, brushing herself close against me. “Something is happening between you and me – you feel it too, I know you do.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied as she looked into my eyes, her lips hovering over mine.
    “I’ve never met a man like you before, Potter,” she whispered. “a man who has such a dark side. You could take me away from all of this.”
    “From all of what?” I said, fighting the desire to kiss her.
    “All this death,” she whispered, then pressed her lips against mine.
    As if drowning, I felt smothered by a wave of intense feelings and emotions, like nothing I had felt before, and I was kissing her back. Her tongue felt like velvet in my mouth as she hungrily pulled at me. Then I was falling backwards as she pushed me down onto the ground. I fell onto the carpet of leaves and pine needles that covered the floor of the woods. She sprang on top of me, pulling open my coat and nipping the skin of my neck with her teeth. The trees seemed to close in all around us, shielding us from view, like we were in our own world.
    Her soft hair fell across my face, and it felt so good. I ran my hands down her back and scratched at her with my claws. Leaning up, she threw aside her shirt, and the chain with the cross shone just inches from my face. She lowered herself onto me and her skin felt warm and soft. As I looked into her eyes, they were no longer that luminous yellow, but green – the colour of emeralds. I entwined my fingers in her hair, but it was no longer white-blond but dark brown, thick and curly. I looked at her face, but Madison had gone, it was Sophie I was making love to. I rolled her over onto the soft cushion of leaves and her breath felt hot against my neck as she said, “I find your dark side irresistible.”
    To hear those words made my heart race as it was filled with joy. Sophie had finally accepted me for who I truly was, she had fallen in love with the real me – the monster – the vampire bat – the Vampyrus. I made love to her and it felt like nothing I had experienced with her before. It was as if everyone and everything had disappeared. There was nothing left but only us.
    How long we spent together shielded by those trees I do not