Witness Protection Program

Witness Protection Program

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She didn't expect that taking a 'breather' would lead to this. All she wanted to do was to get away from the stuffy house for a while, clear her head from the dizziness all those drinks had caused her. She didn't think that she would come across a fight - a fight that would eventually lead to deaths. She was drunk, so drunk she couldn't even comprehend what was going on, so drunk you couldn't even hear her creeping up behind them, her tall stiletto heels making (surprisingly) almost no sound. In fact, maybe this could've been avoided, maybe no one would've noticed her and she could've gone on with her life, went back to the party and took more shots. However, that's not what happened. She clutched her stomach as she got even more uneasy, trying hard to keep balance by looking on the concrete floor. "Shit." She grunted. All of a sudden, all the heads turned towards her, and with them - their guns. "Who the fuck is that?" One of them nodded towards her, scowling. "I don't fucking know. She's drunk off her ass. Oi lady, get the hell outta here before we shoot you too." Another one yelled. She looked up, her vision going blurry. That's when it happened. Right then, right there, she vomited, all over her stiletto heels. And this is how it all began.
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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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