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"Carl, stop." You giggled as he kissed up and down your neck, his soft hands on your waist, his stomach against your back. The thump of his heart beating softly in a rhythm against your spine.

"No." He chuckled and kissed you more. You smiled and spun around in his arms, he bent down and kissed you firmly on the lips. His tongue begged for entrance, which you had allowed. His long, scruffy brown hair had fallen onto your forehead as the kiss intensified.

"I love you." He chuckled.

Your eyes flutter open.

Blurry. Everything's blurry. You look around. You're sitting on a river bank. Somewhere in your mind you register the world. Is it supposed to look like this? Is it supposed to sound like this? The sound of someone crying makes your head turn. You look at him, what's his name? Why is he crying?

His name...

You stand.

You make a gruff noise, it scratches against your throat like sand paper. You can register little things. The colour of the boys shirt is the same colour as the blood pouring from the bite mark on your greying wrist. He looks at you. Something clenches in your chest, a feeling. A familiar feeling.

"Carl, stop." You giggled-

Your hands reach out towards him. Hunger spreading throughout your stomach.

His soft hands on your waist, his stomach against your back-

He backed away, crying and screaming.

"No." He chuckled and kissed you more-

You're knees buckle as you fall on top of his screaming body.

He bent down and kissed you firmly on the lips. His tongue begged for entrance-

Your jaw clamps down on his soft neck, blood pouring into your mouth.

"I love you." He chuckled.