The Clandestine

The Clandestine

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You thought I sparkle, didn't you? That I am one of those love-tortured creatures that is portrayed in the entertainment business. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret...I am your worst nightmare. Something even your own mind would be scared to conjure up. I killed without a thought. It could be a law-abiding citizen, or a loving mother of two. I didn't care. I killed to live. I killed for blood. That was my life. Until a strange creature changes all that and grants me back my humanity. I am still a vampire but can now feel everything. I must lead my coven and deal with the sins of my past, all well trying to guard my heart from the oh so devious and tempting Connor Andona. Hunting seasons over, its time to eat up all the deaths that I have caused.
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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