Her fangs made contact with the crevice of his neck. Tonight would change everything. The lights of Hollywood twinkled brightly in the distance, but they were dull compared to his eyes. The cars, planes, and echoes of millions swept the air, but it was only drivel compared to the exquisiteness in his brain. The dreams, the vigor, the wonder, that the city brought electrified the night, but it was nothing compared to what an eternity with him would be. He had always belonged to Hollywood, but now he was all hers. She rejoiced as his blood filled her mouth.
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M.R. Cameo
M.R. Cameo generally writes horror, sci-fi, fantasy, and nonfiction, yet enjoys dabbling in different genres. She is currently doing freelance work for various publications.
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Comments (2)
Ooooh, Tasty and tantalizing! Great read, M.R. Thanks for sharing!
So wonderfully descriptive; I could see the light of his eyes in my mind. 😍 Awesome job!