Blood orange

Карина Халле

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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
He stares at me in confusion, mid-reach for the kettle.
I stride over to him and grab his face, my palms pressed against his cool cheeks, his stubble scratching my skin. “Fuck me,” I whisper, staring deep into his eyes. Oh these eyes, how dark and rich they are, as they’ve always been. I’ve lived so many lives staring into these eyes.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
I may have believed in God, but people were wrong about Hell.
Hell isn’t a place. It’s inside you.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
This is where writing in my journal gets harder. Throughout my years, I’ve learned more about the human mind than most, and a curious thing I learned was selective memory bias. This is where the human mind (and for all intents and purposes, the vampiric mind) has a tendency to not remember things as they are but how they want to remember them. It’s why people may look back at an awful period of their life and only remember the good times peppered through, such as when looking back at a relationship and thinking it was better than it actually was.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
Christ on a bike.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
I’ve been having my dalliances with Dahlia over the last couple of weeks and I’ve grown closer to her than I ever thought I would be with anyone ever again. She’s brought me her darkness, but in doing so has made my world so much brighter.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I already did. First day I laid eyes on you.” He pulls back and then gestures to the building. “Speaking of, we better part ways before I end up interfering in that studying of yours, though I know you’ll pass with flying colors.”
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
This time the press of his lips is so faint, so light, and yet it makes my knees tremble, my stomach to do summersaults. “Dahlia,” he says, murmuring against my mouth. “I don’t want you to be ashamed of your darkness. I don’t want you to be afraid of it. I am not a delicate man. I am brash, volatile, controlling and demanding and I always, always get what I want. What I want is your darkness to play with mine. I want to make it come so beautifully alive, so that we can revel in it together.”
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
He leans in closer, his eyes searching mine, the faint lights from the city looking like fireflies in the darkness. “I am drawn to you Dahlia, like a bat to a flame.”
“You mean moth to a flame,” I correct him, trying not to smile.
He gives me a wicked grin. “I prefer bats. Moths don’t have teeth. I like things to have a little bite to them.”
Then his smile fades and he suddenly kisses me again. There are no tears to taste this time, instead it is a deep and searing kiss that I feel in my bones, a kiss that rewrites both the past and future, and the only thing certain is the present. His lips are soft but firm like the ripest fruit, and there is a kind of soft desperation in him that touches something raw and aching inside me.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
Oh god. Now I’m really crying. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I look at Valtu through my tears and shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why the fuck I’m telling you this.” I glance around, trying to see if people are paying attention to us, and there are a few curious looks thrown my way to see why this girl is crying on her date. I’m making a fool of myself for no reason. I could be enjoying a drink on a night out in Venice, but instead I’m crying over shit from my childhood in front of my teacher, who happens to be a fucking vampire, who I was originally sent here to kill.
Everything is just such a damn mess.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
A wash of cold air comes over me. “I didn’t. Too bad I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“You don’t have to believe in ghosts for them to exist. They just need to believe in you.” He gestures behind him with his chin. “Come on. We’re the last ones in here. I need to close up.”
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
“You’re still here,” Valtu’s voice comes from behind me, his words rough and elegant at the same time. I suppress a shiver and twist in my seat to glance at him over my shoulder. He shouldn’t have been able to sneak up on me like that, but I was hyper-focusing on my work, my senses are dulled, and he is a vampire after all. They can be as silent as snow.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
“It works,” she says, sounding impressed. “Sit, have a coffee. I can get you an espresso? What would you like?”
“The biggest coffee they have,” I tell her, taking a seat.
She gives me a wry look, her brow quirking up. “You Americans never learn, do you.”
“Hey, at least I know I can’t take it to go.”
That’s something that will take some getting used to. I drink coffee like a fish and I’m so used to grabbing a Starbucks and nursing it for a good hour. To-go coffee is relatively unheard of in Italy, and most drinks, even lattes, fit in a teacup. You slam back your coffee and then you go on with your day, which is insane to me.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
The fire in my bones, the hunger in my gut, the pure animalistic urge to kill and fuck and eat. The soldiers felt it too, and all the horses were gone, and even the general had dismounted before his stead took off on him.
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goldfish19
12 октября 2023
Mina’s hair flowed around her like a cape, red and chestnut, shades of burnt bark and raspberries, strands of blonde catching the light as the wind pushed it off her face. Her hair was the color of the fiery light from a dying sunset, one last burst of crimson before it faded into night. Her skin the color of fresh cow’s milk, eyes the color of unfurled leaves. Her smile was sunshine.
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