My Ugly Black Little Heart

My Ugly Black Little Heart

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Fantasy
Dark Fantasy
Paranormal
Vampires
The sequel to the Watty Award Winning Story, "The Drinker of Blood," is here at last! Don't mistake me. The destruction of my enemy Whitefarrow was a source of great joy for me. But true happiness wasn't something that simply landed in a person's lap. No, happiness was a thing for which a person needed to fight. It was a goal that needed to be seized. A year after moving into the New York City home that I shared with my sweet friend Fallon, there still were things that needed my attention ... things that needed adjusting. But some things never changed. Don't ever try to take what is mine. Don't ever wrong me. I remain a drinker of blood, and I will live the life I choose.
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ranked #49 in hiding I was suddenly just so angry that I was living in fear of this kind of attack. Why? Because we were different. Because we weren't human, and we didn't live in the darkness, and so we were attacked from both sides, always having to look for an escape route. So I snapped, and instead of running towards the door like I knew I should have, I threw a punch that was supposed to land in his rib cage, hopefully breaking a few and causing enough internal damage that he would be down for a while. But that didn't happen, because once that punch was thrown my attacker grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and stabbed me with a stake that ripped right through my red skull kitty tank top and cut into the flesh that covered my heart. That was when I heard the slow chuckle and that annoying voice I knew all too well say, "Not bad, but you're still dead."

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