His Vampire Bride
Aster whispered, leaning in close, “she’s mean…like the ones in my father’s house.”
She sounded like a frightened little girl, and the armour he put up to protect himself cracked a little. “Ask her what her name is.”
He broke open the second blood bag and took a sip from it. The blood wouldn’t heal him until sunset, but at least it soothed his burning throat a little.
“She says her name is Clara,” Aster told him before she even asked the question.
He followed Aster’s gaze. “Clara? What happened to you?”
Aster cocked her head, listening intently. “A vampire murdered her--” absentmindedly, she took the bag from his hand, taking a good few swallows before handing it back “—oh, and her whole fam
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