Charlie was downstairs now. I was sitting, legs crossed, on my bed. He had left me alone to think. I couldn’t think though. All these scenarios were running through my head. I was fighting ma cà rồng in different ways. Hand to hand combat, weapons, my powers. All of them ended with me dead with a bite mark on my neck that was an eerie red colour. I was trying to think of ways around it but nothing worked. It seemed my life was in danger now. Maybe I shouldn’t have a vampire for a boyfriend. It really wasn’t healthy for me. What if his teeth accidentally slipped and he pierced my skin. His...
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