I woke up in the middle of last night and found myself scribbling down a drabble. After a bit of polishing, and the addition of a few words to make it a round 100, here it is.

Even before I met him I had made the choice.

You kind of have to ignore the past if you are going to ever actually work with vampires. But even so, it’s still very hard to ignore all those nagging thoughts.

Like how those hands that touch you and hold you so carefully have so often been stained with blood.

How that mouth that kisses you so softly, so sweetly, has ripped throats open and drained people dry.

I don’t really know which is scarier. Having death being in love with you.

Or being in love with death right back.