The Thirst For Blood

The Thirst For Blood

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When Haley runs from an abusive family, falls asleep and gets kidnapped, her whole world changes. Before the psycho kidnapper manages to finally kill her off, after years of abuse, Haley managed to get ahold of a knife. But when Haley finally gets away, she gets introduced into the real world. She then gets into trouble at her new school, kills her bullies, then can't stop the bloodbath that she started. ************** She laughed hysterically as she watched her sister gurgling blood from the knife sticking from her throat. Just as she thought! It would feel as good as she dreamed. Before her bloody sister fell to the ground, Haley pulled at her hair, staring into her eyes. Haley's hand moved to the knife that lodged itself deeper into the soft flesh, pulling roughly, she twisted the knife as thoroughly as she could.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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