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Desire

She.

She was drawn to him like a vampire drawn to it's victim. Clinging on to him for her very life's breathe.  She the empty one, broken and torn; he her lifeblood.  Her empty heart was dull, cold and numb, lacking in emotion, a heavy weight pressing against her lungs.  Holding onto him made her heart beat again, it provided her the ability to feel once more.  Life flowed from him into her and she regained consciousness.

His dynamism, his enthusiasm, humour and energy were intoxicating and he used his charm to full effect to pull her closer to him, so that she would become an obsessive lover, lost in him only and with no thought of any other being in the world.

He.

He was inexplicably attracted to his new lover.  Her existence relied on him, her life in his hands, extinguishable in a single second. He loved to be needed, to be wanted and to be her life giving deity; her dark angel filling her hollow heart in fleeting moments.

Yet he prowled the dark seeking the familiarity and passion of his old lover.  He was unable to dispel his need for her energy and the power she had over him.  She was his dark angel, giving his life purpose and driving him to succeed, his muse and his obsession.

He lay straddled between two worlds; crumbling under the worship he received from the new and unable to remove himself from his altar to the old.

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