Enchanted
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Every story starts off with a beginning, middle, and end. What if mine started from the middle of the story. Dropped into a forest full of who knows and not know who I am at all. I'm tinier than your average species. But, definitely not some Fairy or Pixie. I'm paler than a sheet of paper. But, not a Bloodsucker; sucking blood. Although there are plenty of those. I'm NOT and I repeat NOT a werewolf. No fur growing out of my arms. Who am I? That's a question I don't know. My story starts here. In a kingdom of Vampires (like I said there's a lot of them). Where I was taken by a vampire who believed I wasn't human neither did I but, it wasn't till I gave up on myself to find that human doesn't exactly describe me. I was more of- its not safe to say. The only I can say is...the voice will lead you. And so it did.
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Compeer

Many people believe that the blind are only those who can't see. They are wrong. Everyone is blind, in one way or another. Blindness comes in many forms. Those who are blind to the evils of the world are blind to reality. Those who are blinded by beauty are consequently blind to the fact that it comes with a price. And those who are blinded by light are also blind to the notion that it is accompanied by shadows. And though I must admit that I, too, was not above being blind. I knew the shadows all too well. My life was lead in the shadow of a wall; I was born shrouded in it, and if it were up to them, I would die the same way as well. The very moment I began to understand the world around me was the same moment it came crashing down. For at that moment, I realized that this wasn't my world. It was theirs. I had previously said that I was not immune to blindness. I knew I was different, but as they say, everybody is different for a reason. But I was blind to the fact that my reason was him. I was blind to the cruel twist of Fate that allowed my captor to become my liberator, and I was blinded again by the same cruel twist of Fate that made my liberator my captor. I was blind to the implications of making a deal quite literally signed in blood, and I was blind to the fact that it would bind me to the life of another for eternity as we knew it. I was born for him. He was born to kill. But, despite being blind to all this, I swore would never be blind to one thing: Though I may wear the Devil's Heart around my neck and His mark on my skin, I will never call myself a vampire's Compeer.

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