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Greetings,
I don't know who you areor how these pages came to be in your possession, but I feel that something in the way of an introduction is in ..
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Mother died during childbirth.
I was cut free from the womb of a corpse, a child of the dead.
The nursery, all at once, became a sepulchre and I was..
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I feel no guilt over my existence.
Why should I?
Have I not the right to be?
I am cursed as a monster because I feed on the blood of the living.
D..
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Most people refuse to believe in vampires.
Thay refuse to believe, even as my teeth tear their skin.
I can sense the disbelief in the blood.
people..
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Mortals.
Food for the gods.
It was strange at first, feeding on them,
like feeding upon yourself.
Desensitization comes soon,
the Hunger sees to ..
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In the dark masquerade of the soul, it is I who play the grim harlequin.
Behind my mask of humanity, the black visage of the Beast stares with rave..
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Poetry chapbook recounting the unlife and times of the undead.
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50 word fiction.......except with 51 words.......
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What if she didn't walk in beauty....but something far darker?
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Beware the envy of angels. A tragic tale of love, loss and desperation, with a dash of the macabre for good measure.
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