Feb 9, 2018
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@sunday–sinner
The world was spinning around her, Claudia thought she was going to be sick. That gang had really done a number on her; it was a miracle she even got away.
The petite sat curled up into a ball, breathing heavy in a dark ally way. Blonde curls were a messy around her head, dirty and covered in blood. Her once beautiful pink dress now looked like rags. Claudia might be strong but she couldn’t help but shed blood tears as soft whimpers escaped her lips. There was a long cut decorating her arm as well as one on her leg. It was a surprise that she didn’t have any broken bones, or did she.
So much for New Orleans being Lestat’s territory and not many vampires residing there.
