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She stood and, grabbing the wrist on the same side as his wounded shoulder, yanked him up from the floor. Her power seemed to burn through him as he winced in silent pain.
The power. While it took a long time to be shown, once it was it was more than he could handle. Maybe she had been showing it all along, from the moment he noticed her in a crowded room to the night he left. Now he was finding out, rather painfully, that no one ever really leaves.
They accepted him in at her urgings and taught him their ways. The teachings were painful at times, but Tom was always told it would better him as a man, as a human being, as a lover. For a time, it did. His life became infinitely better. He became healthier than he had ever been And Sheila had all she could do to keep up with his desires. The pupil had done well. But the costs became too high and he could no longer go against his conscience. He didn't know where the blood came from, only that it was human. When he overheard the conversation that night, he made his decision. He could not, would not take a life, no matter how much he loved this woman. They said it was his time to come in. He knew it was his time to get out.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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