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First, her hands are cold when she touches you. Her lips are like the cool breeze of winter. When her fingers intertwine with yours it is like holding a corpse. When she exhales her lovely sighs ghost across your skin like fog. 

Second, you bare your throat for her, all jaw slope nape collarbone, all warm wet blood and soft skin. She runs her fingers down your neck, trailing down your skin like a half-finished sentence, tracing circles. 

Third, the pain is brief. Her lips graze your pulse, your heart caught between her teeth, and for a moment you are a rabbit in the jaws of a fox. Then it is her hand cradling your face, her skin against yours, hazy bliss and red running down your throat and her lips. 

Fourth, the moon is the only witness as she whispers my love will kill you, darling. You raise a hand to her cheek, red and sticky, and tell her she is beautiful. In the mirror, you are speaking to a ghost. 

Fifth, you are bleeding and she is hungry and you are dying in her arms. You are torn flesh and cut jugular and blood spilling out far faster than she can drink. You think she might be crying but it mixes with your blood on her face, on her lips, on her teeth. She cradles you in her arms, hands trembling. Her hands are pressed against your neck but your life still seeps between her fingers. 

Sixth, she is hungry. She is hungry and you are the only thing that can sate her. You look at her, bloody teeth eyes face skin clothes, red like blush on her skin, rosy and full of life, red from your blood as you die. You look at her and tell her she is beautiful. 

Seventh, she says your name. 

You do not respond.