Darren awoke early in the morning and thought it was all a dream. He recalled Aura telling him how she died nearly 90 years ago and was a vampire, highly allergic to the sun and wooden stakes! So, when he came to and saw his beloved in the bed next to him, he smiled and rolled to hug her from behind.
"Aura," he whispered, into her ear. Silence was his reply. Her flesh was as pale and cold as ice and her chest did not rise or fall. She made not a movement. To all intents and purposes, she was a corpse.
"Fuck," Darren exclaims, realizing it was all the truth. He lay next to her for an hour, morbidly watching just in case she moved, even in such a state, she was stunningly attractive and angelic.
"Ok, that's enough, time to get up," he tells himself, forcing his body from the room, shutting the door behind. He then spends the rest of the day out and about the streets of the neighnourhood, doing some window shopping and going for a run until dusk came, where he returned to Aurelie's apartment, hoping she was awake.
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