just another dang vampire wannabe
It is a night of blood, a song of darkness,wolves vent their pain. The immortal onewakens.Mist shrouds her brooding form,an everlasting desire.Her raven hair cascades overpale shoulders, and herfull scarlet lips part slightly, to taste theblood streaming from thepale flesh beneathher.Now a night of darkness,I smile vaguely.
rawr!
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