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His tears continued pulling as the grand hall came to life in his memory and he watched Thomas pull him into a tight hug, patting his back, and whispered, "I love you, man." "I am sorry," Andrew murmured, his lips trembling as he drew the gun to his temple. Sniffing hard, Jada's tears slowly rolled down her face as she cried, "Uncle Andrew, don't-" "Bang!" A loud cry escaped her lips as his body jerked violently, falling to the floor with blood splattered all over the white marble floors. Staring at Andrew's lifeless body, Mr. Husdon ignored the screams of his daughters, and the weeping of Phillip, and wept the single tears that were burning his vision.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, avalanching. Now, it appeared Nat was the child, and Johnny the adult. “Here,” Johnny said, handing him a bottle of water from the side table. “I’ll get you ice cream, okay?” he said. Nat nodded, still crying. “What flavor do you want?” Johnny asked. “Chocolate.” “Done,” Johnny said, hugging him again. Alicia watched in disbelief. To her, Nat had emotionally manipulated a child, staging a performance to reclaim his love. She couldn’t blamed Johnny’s innocence. Bloody narcissist, she thought.

He said and I pointed to the center console that showed a video feed of him on the roof from the camera I set up. "When he wakes up, we get a front-row seat!" I said laughing, he opened a wormhole outside the truck to our plane of hell and grabbed a couple of sodas for us to drink, giving me one and closing the wormhole we calmed down from our practical jokes joke, we were assholes and we knew it. I slid a CD into the radio and pressed play, starting 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day. I skipped to the ninth track and "Peacemaker" started playing. We simultaneously counted up and sang the intro of the song. "One Two Three Four!" We sang as the song started and I played air guitar with a lit

Her head slowly turned. And then I saw him. Kieran. Standing. His body completely healed. His face still bruised a little, but no wounds. His eyes were red now—not bloodshot. Glowing red like one of those vampire movies. His mouth parted slightly, and I saw the fangs. He wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. I don’t even know when that happened. But his chest was rising and falling like he was holding something back. Like his whole body was shaking just to stay still.

The three male vampires thrust their fangs to their necks simultaneously, and drained their blood. The leader of the four gangsters pops his eyes wide in terror. He shivers uncontrollably as he watches three of his companion's blood being feasted. In fright, he doesn't realise he forgets to breathe. Until he feels two stinging pains take place from both of his sides. As he looks over his shoulder, from one side to another, he is greeted by two female vampires hungrily sucking his neck. The leader shivers as he turns his head back to the three, and witnesses them fall to the ground— pale and dead.

Why was he always so reckless? Jayden ignored the gash on his forehead. He flung the car door open and marched straight into the villa. Hank froze for a moment when he saw him. "Jay, your head—" "I'm fine. Where's the corpse?" "Just up ahead." Hank opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, then hesitated. "You should brace yourself, Jay." My corpse lay sprawled across the living room floor, already starting to rot. It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words.

Bryce laughed when he heard Lori's question. He laughed so hard he could hardly stand. Tears were streaming down his face from the laughter. Lori was bewildered. "Why are you laughing?" Bryce replied, "I'm laughing at how stupid you are, Lori. Don't you know that Chad Lowry is dead?" It felt like an explosion went off inside Lori's mind. She stiffened. She kept shaking her head and could not stop trembling. "That's not true. Chad has always been healthy. How could he be dead? You're lying…"

Samantha thanked him numbly and then opened the box with all the things I had left behind. Anthony exited his room with a yawn. He looked at the box with disdain. “Aiden’s been dead for three years. What’s the point of bringing his things here now? This is unlucky stuff. You should throw it all away.” Samantha ignored Anthony. She reached into the box and took out three brand new pairs of gloves made of sheep’s wool. There were also several boxes of expired hand cream. There was even a sticky note with handwritten instructions. Samantha sobbed at the sight of it.

It looked like I wouldn't have to spend much longer by their sides. "We're sorry, Holly. We owe you many apologies, but you probably don't need them anymore. We hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life. We also hope you won't have a family like us anymore." Tears blurred my vision, which was surprising. I thought ghosts didn't have tears. I dried my eyes, feeling free as my soul dispersed. I'd finally gotten the apology I wanted. I prayed I wouldn't ever run into the Jensens in my next lifetime.