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The Rules Of Being A Grim Reaper

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Reads 445
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Parts 3
Time 14m

"Cassandra your not human! I'm not human! nobody in this school is human! why can't you get that!?" He shouted
 
Cassandra enjoyed converses, frosting, bands and importantly, her life but that was all before she realized she was created to kill and take souls..before she realized she was created to be a reaper. 
         
       "Believe me Cassandra I wish there was something I could do" he whispered "but I can't we are destined for this....we are destined to kill...we are destined to take souls.....and we are destined to die."All Rights Reserved

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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ

A vampire queen, that's exactly what I am. I rule over every vampire and they happily bow down to me. Some try to take my place, but you still see me sitting on my throne. I'm a queen. One that cannot be easily replaced. What happens to that attitude when I have to attend high school for the umpteenth time and meet a rather interesting human? What happens if I fall? What happens if he falls too? Falls for the vampire queen...