I stood there looking down at the casket that was being lower into the ground I watched from a hill that loomed over bathory Otis approached slowly "so im just going to be a coward and hide from my family " I said Otis placed his hand on my shoulder "no just till you want to be seen" I rolled my eyes "Otis stop lying to me you exactly know what I have to do you just wont say it " I said telepathically I turned a walked down the hill the wind blowing I took my hood off and my long red hair fell down my eyes were still blue I guess the red one was what happens when im mad vlad came over to the car "h-how was Meredith " I asked vlad sighed "she was kind of sad" i looked at him "she was crying but not because she was upset she was mad i don't know why" vlad said i sighed and got in the back with henry . he put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder my head throbbed as we passed each house cause my brain was being over flooded with other people thoughts I fell asleep on henry I woke up as we came up to my apartment henry smiled I smiled back and went into the apartment everyone following "nice place" vlad said "its huge, do you have a basement?" he added "of course I do Vladimir " I said looking at him he smiled sat down next to henry watching the oc haha I sat at the table on my computer with my harddrive full of poems that my mom well Marissa written me for the pass few years when she was a live I sighed then kissed the picture and stood up vlad came over and hugged my leg "what are you doing vlad?" Otis said drinking some blood whine he handed e the goblet and I drank some "your leg is mine " vlad said "no get up " I said smiling he hugged tighter "no "
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she's so far away but in the end so close (Vladimir tod fan fiction) ninth grade
Fanfictionamber is an ordinary any teenage girl who moves to bathory to visit her cousin Meredith Storybrooke but her and her cousin are so different amber is emo/goth and Meredith is a girly-girl amber is trying to ignore people at bathory but ends up cr...
