Death... When You Know Your Doing It Wrong
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I didn't know I couldn't control my thirst until I saw... Him. His blood. His face. His eyes. Everything screamed inside of me to take him right then and make him mine, forever and always. But why didn't I? Why didn't I just drink his blood and give him the kiss of death? He was just another mortal, right? No. No, he was way more special than that... But how can I say that when... I haven't liked anything except blood?
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