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A whisper slithered up from the paper. Not from one page. Not from one stack. From the drift itself, hundreds of voices rising in overlapping accusations. “You left us,” they hissed. “You let them use us.” Words lifted off some of the pages, glowing faintly—snatches of sentences I recognized from old drafts. “—she woke up to find the world rewritten—” “—the house remembered every fight they’d ever had—” “—monsters love a girl who won’t stop apologizing—”

He just looked at me with eyes that grew darker, as if he was already imagining something I did not understand yet. I swallowed again, but finally nodded slowly. I accepted. What else could I do? Lazarrus walked to his desk, took a thin black folder from the drawer, came back, and handed it to me. On the first page, big bold letters read—A DIRTY DEAL. I opened the pages with shaking hands. My eyes went straight to the opening sentence. “This agreement states that Celeste Harper becomes the personal property of Lazarrus Walkez V...”

Halfway through he had started writing about vampires and werewolves and he seemed to have created a new specie too, The praishe. What sort of a name was that? I couldn’t help laughing. Maybe the writer got bored writing midway and started writing whatever he found interesting. I skipped over that part. There was a mention of The Well of Death too, which was deemed to be the hunting spot of Praishe. Gosh! Did the author lose his sanity trying to find out the true history of El Rosa? I couldn’t read the gibberish anymore and pressed the home button. It was already 6:00 am. It is surprising how time flies when you are reading a good book.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

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(4). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 4: Creaks... . ~~Lyla Drew~~ I walked out of my room hurriedly shutting the door behind me. I’m not taking any chances. Walking downstairs, I paused hearing a creaky sound in the upstairs floorboard. Don’t think about it, Lyla. This house is old, it has creaks all the time. I assured myself while heading downstairs and then to the dining room where Klaus was already waiting for me.

The creeper took a step to them, snarling with drool slipping from its mouth down to the sand. “I have no choice but to step in.” The pregnant woman said about moving. The creeper halted, something was wrong and it felt it soon after It’s eyes widened as it’s body slowly deteriorated from his sides leaving only it’s two legs. “What the?!” the pregnant woman was surprised. “… how did he do that?!” “We survived!” Peirce and Node rejoiced as their knees where almost failing them. “It was more scary than the Torzillas.” Peirce exhaled, fell on his knees on their accomplishment, Node held his shaking hand as he forced a smile on his face.

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

"Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two souls dared to defy the norms of their time, forging a connection that would forever alter the course of our history." As they ventured further into the chamber, they encountered a series of ancient scrolls meticulously preserved within ornate chests adorned with symbols of both clans. With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself.

I got up, walked past him into the master bedroom, and started packing my clothes. Zeke followed me in, and his body reeked of an overpowering women's perfume. It was the scent my best friend, Brooke Fuller, loved the most. He simply smirked when he saw me placing my clothes into a suitcase. With his hands in his pockets, he looked at me coldly. "Running away from home again? What's the point of it? In the end, you'll just come crawling back, looking pathetic. Even if you're not embarrassed, I feel ashamed for you.