The Last Days of Dracula

The Last Days of Dracula

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 23, 2024
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I want to die. The joke is, I can't. I've been called many things. Vlad the Impaler. The Dragon. Satan's Son, but most of all, Lord Dracula. I am the myth and the legend and you are now lucky enough to finally know how my life began and finally, ended. Six hundred years is a long time and I'm calling it quits, but not before I spill my guts about how I started spilling peoples guts. You're welcome for this opportunity, blood bags.
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Aviana, born into a world as a witch where she is not seen very highly by the other species. Vampires use them for their magic, but Aviana is not all witch, and the vampire lord may be getting a bit more than what he asked for. "A witch, a human, and a vampire walk into a bar." My hands tightened around the glass in my hands. I have heard this joke too many times, and am not a big fan of the punch line. As a witch, you're not looked up to very much, more as a dog for the vampire creatures. Humans always say that there more useful because they need their blood making them safe, fucking blood bags.

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