Satans Son-Bill Kaulitz

Satans Son-Bill Kaulitz

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This whole story is inspired by the series "the Vampire Diaries" and it will be a long story.When the story is fully complete,next to the title i will put "Complete". Hello.My name is Vanessa Cooper.I am a 19 year old girl with brown hair and light blue eyes.I was living my life like every other girl.Going out,having fun,hanging out with my friends and it was juat a normal teenage life right?It was until i met someone that came into my life and made it like a complete HELL. I met a boy and fell in love with him and we were happy together.Soon after getting to know him.I found out the most shocking thing a person can ever find out about someone. He was a real life Vampire... It was all a LIE. My whole life was a lie. He loved me but he lied to me about himself. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ ⚠️SH,bitting,blood,sex and more⚠️
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-Completed- Ranked #10 in Divisons on 6/10/2019 When I was younger my mother would tell me stories, and not stories about true loves kiss or fairy godmothers; no, unlike most parents my mother was honest, she didn't lie to her children. It was one of the many things that I loved about her and one of the many things I hated. For years every night, I would beg for her to let the princess live and let the dragon die but she never listened. I'm glad she didn't, she was preparing me. Preparing me for this moment because you see though the seven dwarves and flying boys didn't exist in the real world there was one thing that each story got right, one thing that wasn't just a tale... the monsters. They were everywhere even when you couldn't see them, you felt them. The feeling of someone staring you down, the chills on the back of your neck, those weren't coincidences or cold gusts of wind. Those were us. They were happening and you ignored them. Why do you think when you turned the light off in one room you race to another where it's still on? Why you make sure to cover your feet with the blankets at night? Or why you pull back the shower curtains when you're taking a shit because you fear that someday someone might actually be standing behind them? Waiting for you. Waiting for you to stop noticing, caring, trying. This is not just your fear, well part of it is, but the other parts are because you remember. You remember experiencing this in some way, we just got you to forget. Because everyone forgets about us eventually. I mean it's pretty obvious what we are isn't it? Vampires, demons, bloodsuckers; god, I hated the word. The problem was we weren't the only monsters that shared this place with you. There were many more of us; werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, golems. We all existed, we all just knew how to exist. Monsters have been around before we even knew how to tell their stories.

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