I am making this up as I go. I hope you enjoy!
P.S. My apologies for the awkward writing style. I am still incredibly new to this smut thing.
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Part 2 - Passion Rising
The fall months slowly turned into winter, and Victoria's visits to the graveyard become more and more sparse. They had warned her that they would not be able to leave the ground during the winter due to the frost.
She took her final stroll through the graveyard one day after school only to be greeted with silence.
"I guess I am too late." she thought to herself.
Disappointed and saddened by the turn of events, she started on her way back home and returned one final solemn glance at the cemetery gates before continuing.
Victoria did not know what to do with herself now. She had become disinterested in her "friends" at school after meeting the undead. It was almost as if she had lost her place. However, she still felt connected to death and she knew that she would see them again in the spring. The only issue was the waiting and staying sane while she waited. How weird was she? Making friends with zombies. Perhaps she was in some sort of fucked up dream, but she knew she wasn't. She shrugged it off as she hit her pillow and slowly drifted off into sleep.
Victoria awoke to the soft scratching at her door. In her drowsy daze, it reminded her of when she was terrified in the graveyard for the first time, the eerie scratching she had first heard on the morgue door. However, she knew it was just her needy cat, Thomas. The scratching turned into desperate meowing as the cat made it a point that he wanted to get out.
She groaned as she got out of bed and stumbled her way to the door like an alcoholic in a drunken stupor. Thomas zipped from the door as she reclosed it and collapsed back onto the bed. It was Saturday, and she wasn't doing a damn thing.
It was 10am on Monday as Victoria walked the frostbitten sidewalk to school. The dead trees providing significantly more amusement than the bonehead jocks that teased each other a couple dozen yards ahead of her. It was ironic, really. All these attractive guys seemed so alive, so warm, yet she had no interest in that at all. She began to question what truly constituted living. Although, she also could not comprehend what it must be like to be trapped in undeath, either. Centuries without warmth. Her emotions were caught in a state of limbo, and she found herself in a state of lethargy more often than not, nowadays.
Her first class happened to be health and today they were covering awareness of safe sex and even had a guest speaker. Guest speakers were always nice because it was a fantastic reason to zone out. There was no pressure to be called on. All you had to do was write a stupid paragraph after that you could google and get the same information in five minutes.