Blood Venus

Blood Venus

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In a world run by organizations both trying to keep humanity from learning of the not so normal creatures that live in it, and trying to destroy any none homosapian out there exists a small group that have spent centuries trying to hide themselves. This became increasingly difficult with the advance of technology. Not many were willing to forge documents so another could pass as human. The only thing we continually needed was a birth certificate. Unfortunately with all the fighting you couldn't just go somewhere and get one. Not without picking a side. I got lucky. As a baby I was found outside a hospital. The doctors guessed my age and gave me a name so I could be put into the system. My adoptive parents had it revised after the adoption went through. My name is Iris Viki Yates and I am what I dubbed a Blood Venous. I am a vampiric humanoid plant. If you didn't guess blood is from the vampire side of things and venus is in reference to the venus flytrap. Pretty nifty huh. Anyway this is my story starting with when I met a fan of my alter ego Ivy the mystery singer.
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