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Vamp's cant love pt. 3Vampire's Can't Love pt. 3Vamp's cant love pt. 3 by ~inuyasha838
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"Have a nice day!" chirped the cashier as I passed through the doorway. I flash him a fake smile before I leave. I decided to myself I would commit the deed in the abandoned clock tower at the top of Church Hill. At least there I will cause no disturbances to any towns-people. I looked down at the brown paper bag that held my fate and began my walk.
*15 minutes later*
"Finally, solitude," I say as I close the door of the clock tower. I reach into the bag and pull out a beautiful, glittering pistol. I smirk. 'I'll go to the
Vampires Can't Love pt 2Vampires cant love pt 2Vampires Can't Love pt 2 by ~inuyasha838
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*Later that day*
After all of my sulking I left my room, tired of being alone. I decided I wanted to leave. No idea where, no idea how far. I just needed out.
Sneaking down the hall I creep quietly so no one would hear. I tip-toe down the stairs each making another creak as if increasing my chances of busting. Finally I reach the first level and almost taste the freedom of the outside until…
"Where you goin?" Aido asked with attitude. I froze; heart racing; palms sweating. I was busted. With more annoyance than anything I turned and faced h
Vampires Cant Love pt 1Vampires Can't LoveVampires Cant Love pt 1 by ~inuyasha838
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Hey, I'm Kagori and I have a story to tell. I know, who cares, right? You're probably wondering "What's so special about this chick?" and I agree. However, I never realized how special I truly was, until I turned 18. I was infected. No, not throwing up infected or poisonous infected, but it did hurt me. Because when I turned 18, I became that way, permanently.
The year is 1870, Japan. I awoke, normally, to my mother's beckoning voice. "Kagori dearest, it is time to awaken!" she called, "Don't want Sir Tamahome (ta-ma-hoe-meh) waiting." Oh, how
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