Some one took her. I knew they were taking her home, back to the states.
I would have done it, but I was here to fight.
I turned around from where I last saw Kenzie.
My fangs elongated and ready to tear. I ran and I joined the fight.
Unbelievable younger the vampire the more weaker we are, meaning less we control. Yet we are more powerful despite our lack of control.
I went in fangs blazing.
I killed one, no two, almost three before I got tag teamed.
I was on my back, my chest exposed as their claws raked the shirt I had on.
The went to grab my heart and they froze, they could see it beating.
As if time stopped, everyone froze.
"Vamoire"
What the hell was that? Everyone backed away from me. Not even the coven wanted to be near me.
Guess that's what I get for being a dead man with a beating heart.
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