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"Let us commend her to the mercy of God''
The coffin is getting lowered down to the ground, down into the cold hole that will be my own personal hell. People in rich clothing are all looking solemn with a few, trying to hide their grin. All a facade, only a few is grieving and even they are feeling relief. All lets out a little breath, when they hear the thud of the coffin landing on the ground.
"We hereby commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life."
All a lie.
They believe me dead, they believe my corpse is rotting in the coffin. Sadly they're wish for my dead body in the coffin is half come true.
I am dead, but i'm not in the coffin.
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I don't know how long it will be and No it's not a ''normal'' vampire story since vampires won't have the biggest spotlight. The story is about a girl who falls in love and it doesn't end well. She won't fall for a vampire and then get bitten and turn to a vampire herself.
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