Vampire's Kiss{A Klayton Scott Fanfiction}
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  • Reads 318
  • Votes 263
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 15m
Complete, First published Sep 21, 2017
Mature
I am a Vampire, and currently in search for the one female to spend all eternity with, however, with all the damned head hunter's and rival vampires wanting to fight for territories, how was a vamp supposed to ever get the right one...I found one that I had in mind to make mine, but I knew her brother, Crisstopher wouldn't approve at all because he was the very bastard that was hunting me, but what the hell, nobody was perfect...a new strand of monster evolved from the depths of the sewers, and it brought a strange alliance that no vampire would ever have dreamt possible. This story is about mine and my kinds survival.
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You die. Game over? Not quite. Welcome to the Afterlife Crucible. Every millennium, lost souls battle for a second shot at life. Forget everything you thought you knew about the afterlife. It's not pearly gates and harps - it's a ruthless gauntlet dreamed up by bored gods with a sick sense of humour. Your regrets become weapons, your sins are armour, and your secrets? Just ammo for your rivals. This is a no-holds-barred war where only the most devious spirits get to breathe again. You'll face nightmares that make Hell look like Disneyland, and opponents who'd sell their own mothers for a chance to win. Ready to fight for your life... after death? I sure as hell wasn't. There I was, barely keeping my head above water, when some prick decided to punch my ticket early. But let's face it - my chances of winning are slimmer than my ex's conscience. Who am I? Jane Doe. Just another dead girl in a sea of corpses... a junkie, a fuckup, a waste of oxygen. Or so I thought...