18th Century Vampires
The girl looks you up and down and dons a grin you find disturbing. "And this li'l thing thinks 'e can share my bed, does 'e?" Her shrill voice contrasts sharply with her appearance. She covers the roughly 20 feet between the two of you in an impossibly short time and places her face no more than six inches from yours. "'e can't take what I've got to give, but it'll be worth it, love."
There is sweat condensing on your forehead and your knees feel weak.
She places a finger under your chin. "What I'm sayin' love..." She pauses eerily. "Is that you'll be dead 'afore it's done."
She licks her lips. "What say ye, love? Will ye still lie with me?"
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There is sweat condensing on your forehead and your knees feel weak.
She places a finger under your chin. "What I'm sayin' love..." She pauses eerily. "Is that you'll be dead 'afore it's done."
She licks her lips. "What say ye, love? Will ye still lie with me?"
(Image: "Oil and Water" by vakenomnatten retrieved from http://www.flickr.com/photos/awakeatnight/264841304/ . Licensed Creative Commons (CC BY-SA 2.0). See http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/ for license information.)