Erika Laskova
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Blood tears...A vampire poem

How amazing it is that someone can break your heart but you still love them with all the little pieces . I cry for the time you were almost mine. I cry for the memories I've left behind. I cry for the pain, for the old, for the new. I cry for…

Reminds me of the Ironteeth Witches

Coming home covered in blood from head to toe, still hungry. The Dark Queen turns to him with a devilish look, he knew what she was craving now. The Queen needed something more satisfying only he could give her