DRACULA

DRACULA

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Everyone knew the king of transalvaynia.some folks say he is a vampire, some say he is a werewolf or a witch or a demon.but i knew what he was.i knew very well what i was to him and what he was to me. The king was a powerful man he didn't believe in giving second chances to people who did wrong to his loved ones specially this one who he held very close to his heart. ............................................. In the far away land there lived a king who was known for his cruelty.he was a king who didn't give but only takes. Many folks says his name was Dracula.the meanest most feared king of all time. When i was small we used to hear these stories from my grandmom about this king who was cruel. He lived on killing. He loved killing.but i never believed in stories like this.I was a kid who believed in seeing the proof and believing it. I had always been intrigued by the story. Why was he so cruel? Why was he known for his infamous beastliness. I wish i hadn't tried to find out the mysteries which i liked so much. The mysteries about him. About what happened to his life. I wish i hadn't come to know of the real truth behind.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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