Evening Primrose

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winrina vampire fic


While preparing for her dinner, a voice cried out somewhere. It was raw and turbulent.

The smell of the blood invaded her nostrils. It was rare and sweet. Katarina thought that the blood would mix nicely with the chilled bottle of champagne.

The smell had awakened something inside of her, a primal desire to drink human blood again.

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