Prologue

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Knock, knock, knock

I hear a knock at the door. I roll out of bed, walk down the stairs and open the door to reveal a stranger. His muscular body leaning against the rail, he looks around 30. He looks up, his hazel eyes piercing through mine. I could've sworn at one moment I saw them turn red. He smirks and takes out his hand revealing long, thick, sharp, fingernails. I take a step back but he moves closer. I turn around and run down the hall, but I can't, he's already holding my body close to his.

"Don't worry child. I'm just making your life better." He whispers as he bites into the side of my neck. I try to scream but he has his hand tight around my mouth. I feel tipsy and start to dose off, but I'm still fighting for consciousness. A tear slips from my eye and that's when everything went black...

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