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She was wickedly beautiful. Her lips were painted bright red, almost the color of blood. The eye makeup she wore only made her eyes bigger and more beautiful. Her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and almost seemed alive in the moon light. The long white dress she wore was torn in places and blew in the slight breeze around her like mist. It was almost as if she weren’t real. She smiled for the first time and beckoned me closer with her finger. Involuntarily my legs moved me toward her. I was starting to feel scared for the first time now. She seemed wicked now, her smile adding to her evil, gorgeous self. But I kept moving to her, like I didn’t have a choice. Like she now controlled me entirely. She gave a small chuckle as I came up to her and her smile widened. Her hand, pale and flawless with long nails painted red like her lips, moved up under my chin and held my head up. “Boys like you are so easily mislead,” She laughs. Her hand under my chin moves sharply and I feel her nail cutting into my skin. She holds up her hand and looks at the drop of blood on her finger, my blood. She slowly licks her finger clean and looks at me. Her eyes are now the same color as her lips and fingers, red as blood.
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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

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