It's Raining...Vampires?

It's Raining...Vampires?

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“If you weren't inside when the rain started, well... you're basically screwed. Because when the rain started was when the vampires came out. I never understood what it was about rain that brought the vampires out, but it did. When it rained everyone was to lock their doors, close their windows, and hide inside, in fear of the vampires some how finding a way inside, until the rain subsided. It wasn't exactly uncommon for some poor, unlucky person to be caught in the rain. The day after it rained there were always reports about those unlucky people. The pictures taken of them were only rarely shown on the news, seeing as they were usually blood-less, and tortured. If you were outside when it started raining you could pretty much just sit down, and wait for the vampires to find you. Because they will find you. Vampires hated us humans with a passion, and once caught: we aren't spared.” Brooklyn Noel is stuck outside…in the rain. All she wanted was to get home quickly, but no. She just had to help the squirrel she thought was dead in the middle of the road. But now she has to deal with hundreds of vampires who want to kill her, and a vampire that…loves her? She should’ve let the damn squirrel get run over. Really.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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