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Bloodshed & Tears [Jeff the Killer]
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Blood.
It was such a strong scent that I avoided but it was something that kept me alive for these years. I don't kill people anymore for their blood as I would often lose control of myself and in order to regain control I only drink from blood bags that is supplied from a certain doctor I knew. Being immortal was not a reward and more like a curse. I never imagined how difficult it was to be an eternal being who manifests on poor creatures as I lurked in the night, killing those who do wrong. Sadly for me, being immortal left me alone since the people I loved and cherished are dying and getting old.
If only I could take back my mistakes I would do anything to be human again.
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