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The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

" She ended her story staring at me with hopeful eyes. What did she expect me to say “oh mom what a great story”. No way! I threw my hands a laughed a roaring dry laugh. I held my head to the ceiling and laughed until it became hysterical "You expect me to believe you kidnapped me from some creepy cult that raised me from the earth in a lightning storm?!" I asked incredulously. Was this woman is crazy! She basically said I was a freaking zombie! Or something. Okay so I may be a little judgmental considering I am a vampire but geez that story seemed as farfetched as they come.

He smiled at Elijah. “Well, we met Zachary Taylor. He told us about his undying love for our mother and he directed us to another vampire named, Amelia Rodney,” Elijah made known, rolling his eyes when he spoke of Zachary's undying love for his mother. “He said we would find her in Golden-ville.”

Master thought for a moment. "Probably too much than I initially planned to. At the moment, I didn't account for how small you are." I pursed my lips as my fingers trailed against the marks on my neck. "Am I really that small?" I asked. Master just stared at me. "You only barely stand at my collar bone when we stand side by side." He stated. I looked away, slightly embarrassed. I've always been a bit self-conscious about my size, regardless that Vampires were naturally taller than humans and the fact that humans were typically bred to be smaller.

The world's already dark enough, no need to spoon-feed myself more poison. What is normal in a world like this one, where zombies would be the least of our problems? Caleb and Jordan are the new normal as they spend all their free time in an endless party, drinking themselves into the void. Jade looks at me with an icy glance, and it stops me. Just a glance, but it lands. She’s halfway through her second glass, with eyes locked on her date, petting mine. Caleb’s got his mouth on Jordan’s neck now as he blows softly down her skin. Guess all that talk about being excited to see Jade was just noise. Figures.

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

What Edward had observed over those few minutes in the basement left me speechless. First of all, now he’d gotten a closer look at it, he agreed it was no demon from hell. In his supernatural eyes, it had a humanoid shape but moved on all fours, like a grizzly, and it was about the same size. We’d confirmed it understood my words, or at least their meaning, but he couldn’t tell if it was too weak to speak, incapable of verbal communication, or just didn’t want to even try.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.