In addition to the eye color were the teeth. they weren't the same, sparkly white toothpaste commercial teeth anymore. they were tiny, curled. and pointy. but they didn't look like those two-dollar a piece fake fang teeth you'd see at the costume's section of the small department store in town.
they looked exactly like my dream Mark's, fangs, sharp and deadly.
i wanted to shudder.
" er..hello, you're still there. nice contacts and fangs by the way, they look pretty realistic. but it's still seprember you know, you might want to save that up for halloween. not that i have any problem with that. if you want i can---" she cut me off.
"stop playing games with me! where is your Mate?"
"i don't know what you're talking about. it's eight o clock now, and i'm supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. if i'm not back for another hour my mom will alert the police, and the first place they're gonna look for is here." i threatened her.
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The Vampire's Mistress
Romanceguy hater Angela Dawson only had one goal in her life: stay as far as she could possibly get from the three stuck-ups. Allen, David and Mark Amboise. the richest, snobbiest, and most gorgeous guys at school, particularly Mark, who's also her Arch e...
