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Damn These Vampires
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    Time 9h 27m
Ongoing, First published Oct 01
6 new parts
The title of this fic comes from its number one reader: MultiFandomFox! A good portion of this fic's plot also could not exist without them.


The image is staying and it's such a niche reference that if you know what it is I will be gobsmacked but the point is ITS STAYING AND I LOVE IT



Anyway plot time: Martyn gets chased by Scott and finds that he has an ace up his sleeve that he wasn't even aware of...problem is that ace has his own problems, too.
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