A Vampire's Mark
I still breathed heavily, taking her in.
“She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her.
“Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return.
“You must be a visitor?”
“Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny?
We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”
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