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I wanted to die that night. I wanted it all to end.

I stood at the edge of the rooftop ready to jump when my tired eyes met her glowing blues.

They weren’t natural. Nothing about her was natural, but I wasn’t afraid.

It wasn’t until her ice-cold fangs sunk into my neck did I find myself terrified.

But why?

Wasn’t death what I wanted? For once, wasn’t I getting exactly what I wished for?

Maybe I had hoped that in death, I would be reborn.

Who knows, maybe I would be.

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