ch. 1

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It was the night of the massacre. There stood a man about 4 years older than I. His gaze fell on me when he turned around. His eyes were a piercing deep blue. He walked over to me; his body covered in blood. He kneeled and smiled.
"What's your name?"
"Zander." I said quietly as I backed away from him.
"Well Zander, I'm Hayden..... how would you like to be my pet?" He said as he smiled with his eyes shut and stretched out his arm. I looked up and took his hand. I had no idea what I was getting into but somehow everything felt better by his side.

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