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whitier
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A long lost memory faded out of veiw as the moon slowly rose into the sky. Waking up from yet another day of much needed rest tourtured me with another day living (If you would call this living)...
My name is Karmen Desanti. I am a tall, and slender vampire, unlike some of my portly brothers and sisters. My raven hair flowed gently over my silver eyes and down past my shoulders, also unlike the rest of my blonde coven. I have been roaming in the shadows for centuries, but am still the most beautiful female in the coven, which means food is not hard to come by.
I was turned when I was 20 years old by the master. He taught me how to stalk my prey, silently kill, and never leave a drop behind. I know all too well what can happen if a incedent like that occurs....
My name is Karmen Desanti. I am a tall, and slender vampire, unlike some of my portly brothers and sisters. My raven hair flowed gently over my silver eyes and down past my shoulders, also unlike the rest of my blonde coven. I have been roaming in the shadows for centuries, but am still the most beautiful female in the coven, which means food is not hard to come by.
I was turned when I was 20 years old by the master. He taught me how to stalk my prey, silently kill, and never leave a drop behind. I know all too well what can happen if a incedent like that occurs....