UNDER EDITING, REWRITE IN PROG
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❝ a demigod falling for two
vampires? how wild. ❞
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╭┈─────── ꒰ ❛ 𝓗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒𝓣𝐎𝐖𝐍
┊࿐➳❥ ⁞ -ˋˏ ❪ In which a demigod
┊tries at a normal life but ends up being
┊the mate...
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chapter three
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As the moon finally became visible through the dark clouds that had brought the rainfall through Forks, the clocks ticked through the hours of the night. A sound that could barely be heard to those who weren't listening for it. The thunder and lightning had died down over the passing hours, but the winds remained strong. The windows are still rattling every few seconds causing some disruptions to sleep.
But it didn't seem to bother many in the home. Everyone dispersed to their rooms or wherever they had ended up over the matter of hours. Este's room remained empty, the door cracked open as the shadows trickled into the halls. The ghost of her quiet footsteps padded against the floors and the stairs, until she stopped at the old Grandfather clock wedged between the bookshelves, ticking as the hands moved.
Her hand softly grasped the gold handle before pulling open the glass panel, lined with mahogany. Tugging down one of the many wind chains that hung before she moved back. Watching as the Grandfather clock came forward, revealing the way to the Underground. Causing the girl to slip through quickly, unbothered by the freezing stones as she continued on her way down.
Her hair rested down the side of her shoulder in a braid, the black fabric of her nightgown clashed against her skin as her hand slid down the bannister. The burn of the cold disappeared as soon as it pricked her finger tips as her feet never missed a step. Finally, coming to the end as she looked at the flames dancing on the candles that had never failed to be lit. Her lips parting briefly as a sigh left her lips.
