Off the Map

That's where I've been.

But I know that I can't go where I've been going.

"Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

To be seduced by a Vampire...

To feel the werewolf at my throat...we're in the forest with the full moon shining through the trees, the sound of rustling branches, and leaves crackling under foot as he comes up behind me...I feel his breath on my neck...I feel his claws raking my sides...I've waited for him for so long, and finally...finally he is here, claiming me bestially, and I am feral and completely myself.

To be swallowed whole by the night and claimed by my dark Master...

Flirting with disaster.

This could be the end of me.

Maybe I want it to be.

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Yet there is a frail pitiful lamb bleating beneath the din: "no...no...no..." She cries. "Run away, run now, before it is too late...please listen to me..."

And the part of me that knows begins to cry, for I can never have what I want. Never.