Chapter 1

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Made 19/6/2020

Nova

I had just lost Neveah. I didn't know something could hurt as much as this did. I was now crying. How could he do that to her? I thought he loved her. How could he use her? I thought he wouldn't use Love Lies. I thought wrong. I will never do that again. I will never trust anyone again. I walked over Neveah's body. I laid down next to her. This was all my fault. Then the unexpected happened. I sat up and looked at her. She was breathing. I sighed of happiness. Then someone dragged me away from her body.

"She's a vampire now. Stay away from her," I heard my dad yell in my ear. I dropped down to my feet. My sister was now the thing that killed my mother. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't stand these creatures before. Now, I was going to kill them all. I stood up and grabbed my blade from the belt around my waist. I ran over to the nearest bunch of vampires and stabbed all of them in their hearts. I ran over the next bunch and did the same. I didn't stop until I had killed at least 300 of them beasts. Now my count was up to 500 kills; the same amount my sister had.

I tried to run in the forest to end them all but my dad held me back and pointed to Neveah. She was now standing and looked at us with her fangs pointed out and red eyes. I looked at my dad and he nodded. There was no way of getting her back. She had gone to the point of never returning. Me and my dad ran and ran until we were at the border to Wales. We had been running for around 60 hours. There was no turning back now.

Neveah

They ran. They actually ran. My own sister and father ran. They were afraid of me. Who am I kidding? I'm afraid of me. I had just been turned into the monster that killed my mother. I couldn't even look at myself I was that ashamed. I opened my mouth, put my hand in it to feel my teeth, I removed my hand and screamed. I had fangs! Fangs! I'm a freaking vampire! I couldn't believe it. I won't believe it. I just can't be the thing that killed my mother. It would kill me. Before I could think anymore, an arm pulled me away from what's left of the grass.

Before it dragged me any further, I swung around and punch the figure in the face.

I ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Until I was nocked to the floor by having someone jump on my back. I sighed. Of course I was caught. I was never getting out of this. Ever. I was knocked out the minute the person heard me sigh. I just had to be knocked out, didn't I?

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