Fate
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I run as fast as I can, flinging myself towards the forest. Tears streaming down my face I don't care if I'm grimy, sweaty, and dirty I just want to get away, away from everything! Suddenly I stop, in front of me is a long narrow river. And streaching behind the river is a huge, old mansion. My eyes widen as I immediatly realize where I am and what that is.
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‏**_"I never believed in legends-until I became part of one. ‏For centuries, whispers of a ruthless gang haunted my town, a group so feared that no one dared to speak their name. People said they weren't just violent men, but something far worse... something inhuman. ‏I thought it was just an old story. A warning to keep children from wandering too far at night. ‏I was wrong. ‏They are real. And now, they know I've seen them."_** ________________________‏ "No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one even breathes near you unless I allow it." ‏His voice was sharp, a growl vibrating deep in his chest. My back was pressed against the cold wall of his room, his body towering over mine, trapping me in place. ‏"Why?" My voice was barely a whisper, my pulse hammering against my ribs. ‏His hand came up, fingers threading through my hair before fisting it, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to meet his eyes-those stormy, merciless gray eyes that burned with something terrifyingly possessive. ‏"Because you're mine." ‏I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck. He inhaled deeply, his grip tightening. "There's something about you, something different. Your scent..." He let out a low, almost pained growl. "It drives me mad." ‏His other hand ghosted over my throat, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. "I should keep you locked away, hidden from everyone. But even that won't be enough, will it? Because no matter where you go, no matter how far you run... I will always find you."

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