The Blind Mate

The Blind Mate

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Adrianna Page never had a clue to what would happen on one eventful December the first. She didn't know that her next door neighbor, Carlos was going to be ferociously ripped to shreds. She didn't know that something dark and fast did it. She didn't know that that dark and fast thing would kidnap her older sister. She didn't know that the same dark and fast thing that she would soon hate would suddenly bite her... And call her his... Yes, she certainly wouldn't be prepared for that. Especially in a world of darkness. Or so she thinks.
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Their friends call them, Nightmare and Crimson. Sisters they are, and no matter what they stick by each other's sides. Even the worst tragedies can't break these two apart, it just brings them closer because now all they have is each other. Their loves were ruined when their dad died. He was a career fire fighter and died when a house came down on top of him. they day John died in that fire, his second daughter, Crimson, was born. Nightmare, or as some know her, Night, was only a year old. Neither girls really knew their father, but once he died life turned dark. Once they were ten and eleven they moved a their mother, Katherine, made them slaves. Beatings happened, and never stopped until they realized they were followed. That's how they met the two they were destined with. But all too soon, it gets taken from them. No more happiness, love, or compassion. Just fuzzy, hazy memories of those who you used to love. Just little familiarities to those they loved.

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