Checkmate (Vampire Knight)

Checkmate (Vampire Knight)

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I guess I knew I would get caught I mean I guess it wasn't a surprise when it happened but still....I ran away for a reason and yet those 1200 years were a waste. If I were to give you some advice don't run away from your problems because when I did I got caught and believe me....You'll pay just like I'am. Hi my name is Suki. I'am none other than the Pureblood Queen that every Vampire alive keeps on talking about, no Pureblood has ever had the amount of power I posses that's why every crazed power hungry maniac I come by falls in love me you see the only way to gain a Vampires power is to make them your mate.... This is where I'll tell all about what happens next...oh and regaining some old memories that were stolen from me, I swear when I find who stole them they'll be my next meal.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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