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I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

I am not willing to let it consume everything, including myself, as my own love. The shadows pierce Myra’s voice, taunting her with a malevolent delight. "You can't even fathom what's going on with you," she said triumphantly. "No idea about what's up next," I muttered, using my maximum strength. "This concludes at this point." As I charge towards her, I emit a war cry and use my blade to release raw or hybrid energy. My movements are accompanied by the cursed magic, as I twist and curl up like smoke. The organism is active, aware, thirsty for ruin.

I let out a long sigh, gritting my teeth before speaking again. "What would you suggest, my Lord?" I figured that I wasn't going to get out of this until I gave the sadistic bastard what he wanted. His smirk grew at my half-assed compliance, showing one of his fangs. "Class three hemorrhage."

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Anything is possible. I hear the voice now coming from my back. I turn around, finding a cute little chum standing and staring at me. For a moment,I let it soak within me that I am not seeing a ghost. I'm scared of ghosts and call me paranoid,but so is so. I approach the little chum or a baby ghost or grudge wearing a little girl's mask. That will be scary. I kneel down to her level. We both keep staring at each other for the given time.

Still— Nothing. I continue talking. Mostly because panic has apparently destroyed the last functioning survival instinct in my brain. “And I will haunt you,” I warn. “Actually haunt you. Not in a symbolic emotional way either. I mean full supernatural commitment.” Still no pain. Which somehow feels worse. “I’m serious,” I ramble nervously. “I’ll become the most psychologically exhausting ghost in existence. You’ll never know peace again.” The teeth against my throat disappear. But I’m still too terrified to open my eyes.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

My phone vibrates in my bag, and I take it out to see that I'm getting a call from Kaziel. Terrified, I switch it off and toss it on my bed. Then I reach for the zipper on my dress, halting by the mirror to stare at my reflection. The fear in my eyes is...haunting. I'm so pale, I would easily pass off as a ghost. I shake my head, trying not to think about Kaziel or anything related to the supernatural. "What I need is a long hot shower," I say, forcing myself to smile. ...

My car started shaking and the next thing I did was pick my phone and dial my mother. She didn't pick twice. But it was already too late as my car rolled over and I felt my body being dragged out by pointed teeth and claws. I could see the black wolf look down on me. The last thing I remembered was the intense pain in my abdomen. So this is it. I'm gonna die just like that? I knew moving here was a bad idea. I'll miss my mother so much but I'll get to be with my father. This is strange, I thought I was dead? Then why am I feeling my legs and hands?

My life was just simple ,then in just one night , I've encountered different creatures . " I'm a vampire." My eyes widened . The fear suddenly engulfed my body. I want to run but I feel like that I'm being paralyzed. " No scratch that. I'm a half-vampire. Half-human and half-vampire." I only saw this kind of scenes before in movies but now it is in front of me . " So miss, I will asked you again." He looked at me and walked closer. I stepped backward until my back was leaning against the wall. I gulped when he was just inches away from me. This feeling was different. I feel like I'm being drown into his eyes. I couldn't move because he was so close.