Not Another Vampire Story
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You may think this is twilight but your fooled wrong... Combination of werewolfs and Vamps totally wrong.
“Vampires once ruled the world for many decades, that’s what mother told me then our race started to die out because of the werewolves’ a lot of them obliterated our race…then the year 1767 I was born at that time, my human mother gave birth to me and my twin sister, My father was a vampire My older sister was born a vampire and I was this pitiful human, I was my father least favorite….He adored her so much. Until that night came I started to get sick with the influenza 1 year after my mother died from the disease…then that damned night when they attacked us…the Wolf Pack came to kill my sister and my father, I almost caught my last breath of life until….Father bit me…. I was 15 and so was my sister *RUN GIRLS!!! MY YOUNGEST YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!* As my sister and I ran for our lives until she stops… I screamed “COME ON THEY WILL KILL US!” then she laughs and laughs and says “bow down to your queen little one…” I slowly backed away from her…then a wolf came by her side, tears came out of my eyes “kill her” I ran away, they chased me and I looked back until I was falling down from a cliff and fell in to the ocean. “Did u kill her..!” the wolf howled “yes mistress” as my sister evilly smiles “good”. They left as I gasped for air * cough cough* as I swam to shore, from that day the vampire race and the werewolf race became as one my sister changed our world forever….
My name is Alanna Jacobson. Im 15 in human years, 215 in vampire years….half human half vamp”
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