The Memory

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I backed away from the vampire Larten. He lifted the table with ease and tossed it out of the way.

I shivered with fear but he only swore. "How old are you?" he asked.

"13," I answered slowly.

He swore again. "Come with me." he ordered. I did. And from then on I was his assistant. But, some scars don't fade, and I never forgot how ruthlessly he'd killed my tormentor, even if I was glad he had.

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