Power that Lingers (Vampire Romance)

Power that Lingers (Vampire Romance)

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The things that are happening tome are beyong scienctific explaination. I'm being aloud to experience the darkness, for its takiing over me. My blood is boiling with power I can not explain. And am thirsting for something that isnt water. My name is Silvia. I don't have a second name because i don't belong to any family. The Vampire have caught me commuting a crime, and imprisoned me. They have almost killed me, but something has stops them. Instead they shelter me in luxury, and have me treated like part of their royalty. The strange atmosphere sometimes proves am not wanted. I don't know what they plan on doing to me, so am going to find out. :D
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