Dana Jones, a 21-year-old girl, moves to a new town for her and starts living on her own, but little did she know the town already has its plans for her...
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"Kayla, what the hell? Does this cub live here?!" Hal started on an unfriendly note.
"This is that moron who dared to touch my girlfriend and wanted to kill her. Now he is in our house? Kayla, is there anything you want to say?" Dean was about to lose his temper.
"Wait, can you both calm down and shut up, huh? Dean, Hal is my maker", Kayla interceded.
"What?!" Dean and Dana said in one voice.
"And I'm your maker, Dean", Kayla added.
"So, you're saying that this fiend found you? Damn, I'm sorry! Ugh... Tell him to better help me deal with Mary Lou. Lock her up somewhere, she's outside near the door. I left her there. She'll come back to life soon. Hopefully, if I didn't break her neck that bad."
"What have you done to her already?" this made Kayla angry.
"She wanted to murder Dana right in front of my eyes. I need to do something with her so that she won't walk during the daytime anymore. It's very annoying."
"And how did you come in the afternoon?" Hal was still aggressive.
"I just... tasted Dana and that's it. There's something in her blood that doesn't allow me to burn in the sun, but there is one thing: it only lasts a couple of hours. But I got so high on that, you guys... I saw the sun again after, say, 11 years."
"What's your blood type, Dana?" Kayla asked, curious.
"AB negative."
"So delicious..." Hal said, closing his eyes. "If I were you, Dean, I would have been always walking in the daylight. If you understand what I mean, of course."
"I'm gonna kill you I swear!" Dean took a step towards Hal.
"Shut up, both of you!" Kayla yelled at them.
"I would never believe that you never actually wanted this, Dean", Hal stepped aside, "I guess we all understand it here. Fine, screw you, I'll take care of Mary Louise. Let's see who's bothering you that much", he muttered and left the room.
"So, boy", Kayla said to Dean. "Dana's blood gives you a chance to live during the daytime. What are you gonna do?"
"I'd rather find someone with the same blood type and drink them like a bottle of whiskey. I don't wanna take such advantage of the person I love, heard me?" he hissed.
"Relax, Dean, I'm not hinting you on... that. But now I think I know why your mistake named Mary Louise walks easily under the sun."
"Why?"
"The girl probably has the same blood type. Dean, ugh. How could you..."
"Don't start please. How do I put her back in the night?"
"To make amends by turning her again. She will wake up and never see the sun again. It will be for the best. Someone like her simply cannot exist in the daytime with everyone."
