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Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2015
Mature
Can you hear that? No? It's a drip. drip. drip.
Can you feel that? No? It's the pain. pain. pain.
Can you see that? No? It's all red. red. red.
Can you smell that? No? It's just rot. rot. rot.
Can you guess what it is? No? It's Death. 

And I, Serena Mass, am well acquainted with it. But then again, aren't we all? Death knows us all, hurts us all and affects us all. But I'm only half way dead, and a long way off of it at the same time. Because I am a half-vampire. A monster. A leader. A hunter.
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