Story III. Tragic.

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"There's something I... have to tell you.' She looked up into his eyes. "I know we've been doing this for a year, but, I couldn't tell you until now."

"It's fine, just say it. I'll listen. I can help you."

"Well, my parents... they died when I was 15. They were murdered." She managed to say. As soon as she said this, she stared straight down at the ground, hiding her eyes.

"Oh... man.... I'm so... sorry..."

She looked back up, and smiled. "Well, I have you, don't I? Maybe... I can get over this obsession." She leaned in toward him, closed her eyes, and bit into his neck. Two small holes punctured it.

"Something you should know. My parents' killers? Vampires. But... they decided to bite me, instead of just killing... they let me live... and now i'm one too. The thrill for the hunt is invading me..." He was shivering, staring forward, holding his neck. He was in a state of shock.

"I'm sorry. I felt like you needed to know. Not that I've told you the whole story. But, now that I've told you this, I can't let you live."

And she leaned in for the killing bite.

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