it was a dark and windy night in Dachau, I was working the bar that night, little did I know that the Turkish fellow inhabiting room 13 would leave that night. he approached the bar with a glass of something that I though was wine, I was so wrong, "hello my lovely host, care for a drink, to celebrate my last night here?" he said in his usual croaky voice, as always he was wearing a black over coat with a hood to hide his eyes and face, along with his black gloves to cover his 'cold old hands' so he said, I finally replied after starring at the 'wine' for a good five minutes "what's the drink? I have never seen wine like that before"
"that's because it's my own brew, and you're the first to try it" he handed me the cup, and I held it with two hands and pressed it to my lips, it smelt off, no out of date, but, it didn't smell like wine "it's quite an honor in my country, make sure you drink the whole thing, bad luck otherwise" i hesitated for a second, but then I remembered my schoolmates calling me weak and saying I never take risks, I was going to prove them wrong, and did I ever "alright, bottoms up" i drank the whole cup, i started to feel dizzy, my throat was burning, my teeth were aching, I collapsed on the floor, my eyes could still see, I saw my frilly dress being lifted up as my legs being carried across the snowy roads, that's the last I remember of that night, i guess i blacked out
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Wake up my Raven
Vampire((I decided to make a book, hope you like it, sorry in advanced if it's terrible, enjoy my little spring project)) join the adventure of Raven, a 16 year old German girl infected by a foreign disease known to the Turkish as sanguinare vampirim, give...
