Let Me In
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Rule one: Never Invite them in. They cant touch you until you let them.
Rule two: Never kiss one. They thrive off sexual desire.
Rule three: Never owe one. They will suck you dry for all you've ever or will ever have.
My name is Amelia. I am 22 years old, and speak a wild total of 9 languages fluently. Why? Because I have a perfect memory. Doctors couldn't explain it, no one could. I thought I just had an interesting talent... But the night they came for me, I realized it was really a curse.
Within my memory lay a dark secret that many would massacre for. A secret that seems to try and hide from even me, and one I can't understand.
All I know, is the four rules of a demon. They're dangerous. They don't care who they use or hurt. And their beauty rivals no other.
Rule four: Never fall in love with one. They will ruin you.
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