Tracing Lines of Red

Tracing Lines of Red

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I hated my life. Not to say that my new one is any better. My parents wanted nothing to do with me. I actually was hoping for a way out, but you know what they say: Be careful what you wish for. They never deserved to die. And I never deserved to be kidnapped. Or to be turned into a bloodthirsty vampire either. Hey, it's not so bad. The only things I have to deal with are the nocturnal sleeping habits, the superhuman strengths and senses, and not to mention the bloodlust. Nothing compared to normal human life, like going to school and doing homework. My name is Marie and welcome to my life of blood, death, murder, and these lines of red, which is all I can see clearly anymore.
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