Married to The Vampire Prince
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There's this legend. I thought it wasn't real. Until, it came true. It's when you go and sit in the Old Chapel wearing a long black funeral dress on Halloween night and wait. You wait there for The Vampire Prince. When he comes, if he even does come, he whisks you away and takes you with him to become his Princess. And you have no say in this. As did I. I was dared to do it. Who knows why I agreed to do it. But I did. Stupidest mistake of my life.
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