Black, black, black, black.
black
black
black
black
black
black
black.
A little bit of light.
I open my eyes to see my room. Ow. Everything hurts. I sit up. My neck hurts. There's a metallic taste in my mouth. I smell bacon. mmmm. Wait. Why do I smell bacon? My hand goes up to scratch my neck. It's wet. Oh no. I look at my hand. It's red. I think I know who's making that bacon.
I might as well get dressed. I pick a long-sleeved band tee and some jeans. Not the most stylish thing ever, but it'll do. The final thing I do is reach inside my closet for a stake. I've kept them there for moments like these. My parents have always said being vampire hunters has always made them a target for vampires. I assumed it would be the same deal for their children. That's part of the reason I moved to NYC more people makes you harder to find. Turns out my tactic didn't work out.
I slide the stake up my sleeve to conceal it. Now is the time to test my parent's teachings.
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Sorry this chapter was so short! I haven't had much inspiration today. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I kind of had to do it. IT WAS SUCH A PERFECT POINTTTT. Ok bai (* u *)
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