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“Back in the woods. He said… something’s taking over. He kept slamming his head into a tree. I… I left him.” Cris placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to.” His voice wasn’t cruel. But it wasn’t kind either. I looked down— That’s when I noticed it. There was blood on his sleeve. Not Damien’s. It was older. Darker. “Are you hurt?” I asked quietly. Cris paused, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment… they didn’t look human. “It’s not my blood,” he said simply. “Let’s get going.”

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An outraged gasp escaped my lips as I struggled on any sensible thing to reply him with but my brain decided to shame me by not bringing anything forth. Instead I could only bring mutter a "Fuck you." Through the window of the car, I watch with rapt attention as he laughed loudly in my own expense. He smiled, waving at me as the car slowly drove away with me replying the wave of his hands with the raised middle finger of my right hand in a 'Fuck you' sign. Well... You can't shame the shameless. ******

No one cares about the real truth. Rian looked at the two obnoxious people in front of her, she tried to signal to the others, but no one noticed. - Girl, we're in a hurry. The three walked out of the store, she immediately recognized the chubby guy groping her, his action gave her goosebumps, she had to endure it, fortunately the skinny guy came back to warn her. At this point, Rian had time to calm down and think.

"I mean like what happened at Haltz, you treated them, didn't you?" Diana nodded, “I'm just trying to stop their bleeding. But you could say I did study medicine even though I'm not that great.” Then Diana was silent for a moment, “I'm curious about one thing, why is their blood black? I think your blood is red?” “That's because they're vampires that were hybridized with other vampires. My blood is red because I am a descendant from the main family—a vampire who was born not because of a sexual relationship, but because we were created,” Rai explained.

I knew his words were true. The Old World Neratomay didn't trust American vampires. Yep, even in the vampire world America didn't always get respect. They thought we were young and troublesome with our high profile vampire wars and continuing battles. Wars like those between the Bloods and the Crips were actually two rival vampire factions. And of course there were those hits on notorious and high profile human blood donors who didn't die from their impossible wounds. One such case was where a famous rapper had been shot several times and still lived. That incident was heard by an Elder level tribunal, and the rapper was forced to give up his fame and live in the underground where he still t

This might be the last time we stand this close and so is about it for as long as I can. “Don’t do this Eira,” he begs. A sad smile plays on my lips. “You’ll be fine.” The thing is, I would wait if I was sure there was hope for me. But there isn’t. I’m an omega, disliked by many and the bottom of crude jokes and bullying. I have a duty to my pup. He’s the only one that matters. “Eira—” “Go, Cassian.” His jaw clenches, eyes swimming with so much to say, so much to beg for. But then, he blinks and it’s all gone.