Dalilahag
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- Parts 14
She was seventeen, and he smiled like sin dressed in velvet.
Her grades were slipping. Her future unraveling.
But then there was him.
Mr. Vampire-a teacher with eyes like dusk and a voice that felt like silk over a wound. Nineteen on paper, but his soul was stitched together with centuries. He offered her a way to pass. She offered herself.
It was supposed to be one night.
It became something else.
Now she's carrying something ancient inside her-
and no one knows who the father is.
Her parents ask questions she can't answer.
The school whispers.
And somewhere in the dark, he watches-waiting, wanting, never far.
This is not a love story.
It's a fever. A craving. A promise sealed in blood.
And once you've been bitten, nothing tastes the same again.
(Not finished)