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The Devil In Disguise (Harry/Marcel Styles Fanfiction)

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Time 59m

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I pretend.
I lie.
I never trust.
I'm always in disguise.
My names Ruby and I'm a vampire slayer.
I thought if I got into his vampire circle I'd find out who this evil vampire lord was...
But it turns out...his even better at disguise's and lies than me.
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"Who are you?" I growled into the phone.

The business of the club with so many people chatting away, making difficult to hear his reply. His voice was deep and as smooth as silk with an dangerous edge that made me shiver "Why don't you guess sweetheart?"

I growled back "This isn't a game!"

He laughed in reply, it was cruel and menacing sound "Isn't it?"

I didn't reply, my heart was hammering inside my chest, why was I this scared? I'd faced plenty of vampires in the past, what made me want to run for the hills at the sound of his voice?

He said mockingly "I know, lets play a game"

I gritted my teeth together, breathing hard but I played along "What do you have in mind?"
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The Nightling

Hi, I'm Shawn, and I am, without question, the unluckiest creature to ever exist. Don't believe me? Well, let me tell you the story about how I was turned to the Dark Side, where, coincidentally, they don't have cookies. After being stood up on a blind date, I was attacked in the park, bitten, buried in a shallow grave, and left for dead. My epically crappy night didn't end there though. Oh no. That would never do for the lack of luck I have. Instead of my story ending with my murder and discarded body for the wildlife to dine on, I crawled out of the grave and found myself on the lazy jerk's doorstep. Now, my story should end there. But it doesn't. That's where I met the Devil incarnate, not the jerk that bit, buried, and left me for dead. No. He was so much worse. That is where I met the vampire that would damn me for all eternity to be by his side even though he can't stand being in the same room as me for more than five minutes. Funny how that works. Now, the mundane existence I once knew is no more and I've been reborn into a new, colorful world of magic and blood, mythical creatures I never thought existed, and ghosts that won't leave me alone... I suppose, as with all great stories, the end is really where you need to begin.