she was not an ungrateful woman.
her handsome, vampyric consort had
given her things she’d never dreamt possible,
and for that she would be forever grateful.
but two hundred years together felt like an eternity,
and she had become bored with him,
eager to fully discover what is was
to be a full-fledged vampyre.
so, just as her husband awakened from
his catatonic slumber,
she forced the smooth ash stake
cleanly through his withered, dead heart
and left him there to die.
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