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yeet_me_on_overpass

horror shortstory teenfiction vampre writewithzo

No I can't be, it's impossible. I was fine until...

Well just because I can't remember last night, certainly that can't mean I'm....


Now I'm just being silly...aren't I? I can't be...

Dead...can I?All Rights Reserved

horror shortstory teenfiction vampre writewithzo

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Unintentional Passion by PlayNmyCurlz

Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

The Hunt by NikkyCole19

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I'm Married...To...Satan (mpreg) (COMPLETED) by BunBun_Koo_San

I could see the things that lurk in the shadows I'm not scared since they are now my friends and family. My name is Chris, I was your average 16 year old gay teen. Well that was until one day. I went out with some friends, and I got drugged. I was dragged back to my home where I was left in my room, alone, horny, I couldn't do shit since my arms and legs felt like lead. I was there with my penis standing stuff with how horny I was. It was around midnight and a creature of the night climbed into my two story window. Smelling my arousal, it glided towards me seductively. After that night I didn't wake up for months When I did wake up I had a small belly, and I wasn't with my fellow humans anymore. I was laying next to Satan In Hell

A Night To Remember by Re_eka

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Separatiste by LaFemmeNue

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The Life Of A Teenage Vampire by scooter_luver

Hi. My name is Mercy Vlad Draca. I'm 14 years old and in the 8th grade. I have the typical life of a teenage girl. Puberty....boys....drama...friends. Bullies. And blood. You heard me. I said blood. Not period blood but actual blood. Ok...so I may not have the life you think I were to have. You see...I'm a vampire. No not the ones that sleep in coffins, talk like Dracula, and wooden stake death and can't eat Italian food. Well...other then the Italian part..I live with my aunt. Ever since my parents died in a mysterious fire when I was 12.....So this story is about my life. So you better fucking enjoy it. ------ Cover edit to mercurous ARIANA GRANDE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY

Reborn in TVD?! by Andrea_Rose020259

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Drake's Kitten (completed) by Yellow1017

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The Art Class (MXM) by Christinagug

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The Full-Fledged Ride by Vocaloidpatches

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Unintentional Passion

Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.