The cold and the weak
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We can breath and also pretend to be humans. but we aren't. I loved her. It was her that I wanted. That I would die for her. That I would obliterate anything that stood in the way of me and her. Humans can't describe the way Vampires feel. But hey its not their story. Its mine and hers.
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