The Vampire King’s slave mate
She starred into my eyes as if seeing through my soul, as she started to army crawl to the underground bunker.
The ghoul was already back on its feet, lurching towards me. I ran at him with my enhanced speed, my nails elongated, sharp as razors, he also came at me with every power he passed, it was a battle between two demonic animals. Blood sprayed the meadow floor, his old blood black like tar, and my blood as red as a ruby, intertwining together. I separated from him, wiping the blood that was dripping down my face out of my eyes. He charged at me, his only goal to silence me and devour Mary. I stood still my hands tightened into a fist and waited for him to attack. Once he reached the di
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