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Blood Monks: A Narrative Fiction

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I walked the few meters to her room and knocked. I heard her groan as a sign of giving me entrance.
She was lying on her bed with her hands over her face. Her face had been splashed with water but it obviously hadn't helped. I recognized the position, because I had been in an identical position nearly twenty four hours ago. I guess we really were twins.
"So… why did you stop."
She looked at me and realization was on her face including a little blush.
"You kept tuned in? Pervert."
I chuckled.
"I was about to tune out and put my headphones on when I felt you stop. Why?"
She sighed.
"When you… you know… Do you transform?"
I laid down next to her.
"Every time. I try not to, but I can't seem to help it."
She groaned. Not the answer she wanted to …show more content…

"I doubt Eric cares. He might even return the favor. There is a reason why blood whores exist you know. To a certain extend Moroi feel the same need during sex to feed."
"Yeah, but if I lose control, someone could die… Besides I doubt Eric loses control. He doesn't have that beast inside of him trying to claw their way out."
Funny. My sister named it too. Beast, monster, animal it was all the same thing, referring to our ever present inner struggle for control. But at least I knew Eric understood.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, but if he finds out about it, he is going to be pissed at me so you better keep your mouth shut."
She nodded.
"Although not exactly the same, Eric burns things when he is turned on. He had a hard time explaining to his mother how his shower ended up with melted tiles. He doesn't have much control either although he is working on it. He confides in me about being scared of ever being with a girl because he is afraid to hurt her. It is why he has turned down so many girls. That and you of course."
At first she was relieved. This was something they had in common and something they could maybe work out together. Then she was

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