It was a pitch black night when my family was killed. I was sleeping in my baby blue onesie. It was during Spring so the air was fresh. Everything was perfect until my mother heard a crash in the kitchen.
When my mother went to check the kitchen she found wolves digging through our fridge. She was so stunned she could not move to call my father for help.
Eventually the wolves started to howl. By the time my father got to the kitchen he found a whole bunch of wolves eating my mother. He was then also attacked.
Right after my family was killed a vampire named John bursted through the window. John started screaming at the wolves to leave when he did they they all started to turn into humans. He then knew that were actually werewolves, since he knew they were werewolves he bared his teeth and scarred them away. John felt sorry for me so he rescued me before I was ate by the werewolves, and his family began to raise me and told me this story when I was 8.
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Living as a vamp
Ma cà rồngThis is a story about a guy named Alex who was bitten by a vampire, and ends up telling stories of him growing up with other vampires.
