We've been running for so long.
My family, and generations and generations before us, they have been running too, for pretty much their whole lives which I found to be extremely stupid.
We never stayed in the same house for more than three years, a really helpful strategy was not to get too attached. Maybe it was a lot to ask from a seventeen-year-old who was still trying to find her identity and yadayada... (quoted from Mom's pointless pep talks).
Once in the car I had decided to ask her why we were always shifting, and she told me that it was a ridiculous question, although I was sure that it was a pretty valid one. Her answer, though, was far worse.
We have to move because if we stopped, something bad will happen.
And when I had asked her why, she sucked in her lips to make a tight line to think of a good answer. When she realised that there was nothing she could come up with, Mom gave me a half-hearted answer which was total bullshit.
We have been running for so, so long that we have forgotten what we were running from.
Then, I stared at her with a wide smile plastered across my face , the type of smile you would give before bursting out in laughter. But when I saw that she was dead serious, I clamped my hand over my mouth to silence an extremely unladylike snort, cleared my throat and sank further back into the passenger seat.
I never questioned our family's fine tradition of running after that day.
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Fracture
VampiroHe has to bring her back to hell. Or he will be punished. She has to be willing to go. He has to do it, or his brother will. His brother will do it by all means. But he's in love. But she's in love. And she's a half-demon.
