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OH, how she struggled with this new life, these overwhelming emotions which his blood brought into her once innocent demeanor. It's only been half a year. She's the youngest, the newest, and there's still so many questions she holds. There's an ache for a humanity that felt so far away from her. She may call him a monster, but she's created in his image. Blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh...
"Will you ... I don't know how I'll come to be as comfortable with, with all of this bloodshed," a pause as she ran her tongue along her own pointy fangs, "I want to be -- it's like a rush sometimes, but," her mind worked to find the perfect words to explain, "I always stop myself short. Will you help me?"









