The stone floor is cold. Blood is making a puddle and I'm lying in it. It's my blood. And I'm losing too much of it. I hear a name. My name. The voice is yelling my name. Whose voice is it? It sounds familiar. I don't want to think anymore. I feel tired. The cold from the floor is crawling inside me. The voice is still yelling my name. Zoe. That's my name. Why is it so cold? I open my eyes. I see someone. It's him. I want to call for him, but I can't make a sound. My throat hurts. I'm so tired. My eyes close again. I'm falling. I feel something. He's holding me. Telling me to hold on. I want to, but I can't. I keep falling. How did it come so far?
To know the answer to that question, we need to go back to the beginning. The beginning of my fall.
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The Beginning of my Fall
VampireZoe is a strong minded 21 year old who never believed in ghost stories. But when a mysterious and sexy stranger saves her from what she thought was only a robbery, she discovers things about her past that will determine her future. But will she make...
