A vampire reciting ancient poetry? How insufferably pretentious he is. The way he drawled those archaic verses made my skin crawl—as if dripping honey over a dagger before stabbing me with it.
Though my heart was pounding uncontrollably, I couldn't help grinding my teeth in frustration. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth where my molars scraped against each other. "Stop showing off here! How much have you lied to me for Liza's sake? Go love your Alma and Liza! You'd better go to hell and keep them company, hmph!" My voice cracked on the last word, the rage simmering beneath my polished nails as they dug half-moons into my palms.
"Alma's soul is already inside you, isn't it? So, if I want to be with Alma, I have to keep you by my side!" His words slithered through the phone line, intimate and grotesque, like a lover's whisper at a funeral.
