A vampire for the werewolf
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In a grand royal room, a storm was brewing, one that could wipe and destroy everything that came through its part, like a tsunami, a tornado it brewed rising fueled by the emotion, anger.
The feeling of hurt, anger, frustration and dread washed over him as he stared at the television which hung on the wall unaware of what was to happen to it.
“Ahhhhh!!!” He yelled loudly in frustration and anger the greatest emotion that he felt washed over him, he threw the remote hard at the television, and it smashed the television's once smooth screen, a lone tear dropped from his left eye, rolling to his lips, its salty taste teasing his taste buds.
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