The good vampire(a MJ fanfiction)
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Mae is a average 17 year old girl who loves the outdoors and animals. She can never hurt anything or anyone. She's kinda a nerd and it gets her into trouble. With her bullys.
Michael I wouldn't call average. He's a vampire. No he's not allergic to garlic but he is a little sensitive to the sun. He's very lonly mainly because he left his family behind for wanting him to kill for his "red wine". He doesn't want to hurt anyone or anything but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
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