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A Bloody Secret

A Bloody Secret

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 30, 2012
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Fiction
Paranormal
I'm Alyssa James Danvers and I have secret. I'm a Damphire (a half vampire). My life was ok, until I got kicked out of school again. Mom was pissed, so she sent me to Duncan's Private School. That's when all Hell started breaking loose and my life was turned upside down. I fell in love, and I don't mean a little crush, I mean head over heels in love. I learned things about me that I never knew before. During my stay at Duncan's my life changed forever, and my secret became known to the world. If my life changed for the better or worst, well you'll just have to find out... Rated for extreme langauge and violented scenes.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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