Craving (vampire story part 1)
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Mar 12, 2016
(Warning: this story contains sexual scenes and bad language- i recoment this story 11+)
I feel diferent. Like there is a souless monster in my trying to break free. To feed on human blood.
To be one of them.
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