Heartbeat
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Last published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
I don't know what I am. I'm not a human anymore cause I don't have pulse and I don't breath, but I don't think I'm a zombie cause I don't have the desire to eat brains. Even though I live with some vampires now, that doesn't make me a vampire cause they never bite me or anything.
So, my name is Gloria, I guess. I'm 16, apparently. My vampire masters teach me everything they know but they think it's not enough, they think I need a proper education so they sent me to human high school.
I don't know how to be a human, but I'll try to get my life as a human back. Starting at high school, with new people, new surrounding, new experiences I would get. Then out of the blue, I got this weird feeling that I never felt in a long time, that's weird, am I turning back to a human?
Caution : this story contain blood and black goo that coming out of Gloria's stomach.
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