I'm different, but I'm not special.

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"Some people are afraid of the darkness. But really, they're afraid of the unknown. They're scared of what's lurking inside the darkness. Because they can't see it. But, I am the unknown. I live for the darkness. It's who I am."All Rights Reserved

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I was taken away from the only place I called home. I was used as a blood-bag to those filthy creatures with fangs, just for money. I guess I should feel lucky that I'm not dead...but I wish I was now that I knew a certain bloodsucker with a crown wanted me for eternity.

I was walking through the worst part of town - and may I add, in the dark. I was almost home...so close. Before I knew what was happening, I was witnessing a murder. Horrified, I tried to get away, but it was too late. I was taken hostage by a man, let me restate that, a monster. Will I ever be free again? What happens when he isn't who I thought he was? What happens when the monster turns out to be someone I could never have guessed?

A simple girl living in Oklahoma and kidnapped by a serial rapist. When I thought my life was over as I knew it, and i was going to die without ever getting free of my kidnapper. A mysterious man arrived to free me from my current situation I never thought i'd give in to the darkness. I traded one hell for another. I still wonder if i made the right decision. What I do know is that part of me died back there and my beginning has just started.

The Girl Who Cried Out Bloody Mary by SelinsMind

I'm sure you have a fear of something; Ghost's, unimaginable creatures, strange noises in the middle of the night, or perhaps the lingering feeling of being watched from the corner of your room. Well, I am my own fear.

When darkness conceals and cold comes creeping, some other things approaches too- beings of such in the world of silence. Not all can see however...those who do, what do they make of it? -"preys", they would tell you before dissolving into darkness. Just another storm, just another day, just some hunters in the wilderness of the blackness.

It was just a normal morning waiting at my school bus stop until everything changed. A rag pressed firmly over my mouth and nose and I was dragged away fighting a losing battle against my attacker as well as my own body. Now I'm in a dark room with no way out and nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. Left to think about what's going to happen when you finally walk down those steps.

He had never seen anything like it. She was supposed to break. She was supposed to tremble under his touch, lower her gaze, beg for mercy. Instead, she defies him. Not with words-through her gaze, her movements, something unspoken but present in every breath she takes. He loves it. Loves the way she responds, how she doesn't flee, how she challenges him even though she knows there's no escape. He's never had anything like this. He's never felt hunger like this. She's his. Not because he took her. But because he can't let her go.

Dark Earth (Male Reader) by LeftTurnHere

You cannot remember a world before you wake up. Darkness is everywhere, and you must embrace it. The inhabitants are violent and easily provoked. You must survive in this strange new world. Stay alive.

It's not the dark that makes us scared, it's what lurks within the dark that makes us afraid.

He pushed me back so my back was now pressed against the wall and we were only a few inches a part. "You aren't leaving me." He said, brushing his lips against my collarbone causing me to shiver. "It's not going to work so let's make this easier for the both of us." I said, trying to push him off. "I don't care what gets thrown at us. I'm never letting you go. I love you too much to do that so don't even think about it." He said, before crashing his soft lips on mine.

Monster Marks

I was taken away from the only place I called home. I was used as a blood-bag to those filthy creatures with fangs, just for money. I guess I should feel lucky that I'm not dead...but I wish I was now that I knew a certain bloodsucker with a crown wanted me for eternity.

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