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  1. Just a place for all my junk. K thanks.
     


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    Sansa Løvenskiold

    Basics
    Name: Sansa Løvenskiold
    Age: 23
    Species: Human
    Nationality: Scandinavian


    Physical
    Hair Color: White-Blonde
    Eye Color: Heterochromia (blue and green)
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 115lbs


    Personality
    Major: Dance
    Traits: Quiet. Intelligent. Cunning.
    Likes: Furry animals. The snow in the winter. The night sky on a full moon. Basking in the sun.
    Dislikes: Public speaking, spiders, small spaces.
    Bad At: Comforting those who are upset.
    Fears: Spiders and being buried alive.
    Hobbies: Playing the harp, dancing, singing (but not in public.)


     
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    She was exhausted. That much was a fact. Her pointe shoes had fallen apart like magic during practice, and the rest of her shoes had been back home at her parents house. And so, she had to make an emergency trip to the ballet studio to pick up a new pair. Which, of course, was always the worst. Her feet were bleeding by the end of the class that day, halfway between tears and composure. But regardless, this was what she'd chosen to do with her life, and so, this was what she'd stay with.
    Dancing was her passion. All forms, not just ballet. While she was damn good at it, ballroom was more her style, but one couldn't get a dance major by just doing one form of dance. And so, she made it her goal to master them all. Top of all of her classes, Sansa was proud of herself. But not today. Today she just hurt. Secretly, the snowy haired femme was thankful the day was over and the weekend was there. She'd have to soak her feet tonight.
    She limped nearly all the way back to her room, thankful she'd made the decision to bring her motorcycle from home. That walk from the studio to her dorm would had been hell if she'd have to trek it on foot. With a groan, the girl pushed the door open and heaved a sigh, dropping her crimson-tinted shoes at the door. Cecilia and Avery wouldn't be home for another hour, so she'd have the whole place to herself. Unless, of course, her new roommate decided to show up. That was today, wasn't it?
    Sansa yawned as she walked through the room, standing by the kitchen and staring at the ballet-themed calendar hanging on the wall. A big red circle was haloing the current date and she nodded, taking a breath. Yep, today was the day. Now the question was, when would she get there?


     
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  4. . Saoirse

    Sex: Female Race: Faery
    basic information

    Name : Saoirse Faoláin
    Age: Possibly Twenty-Three
    Birthday: May 15
    Nationality: Irish
    Eye Color: Luminescent Green

    personality

    A bit on the quiet side, Saoirse isn't one to start up the conversation. One often times finds themselves forgetting she's in the room with them. But once the conversation starts, she will most certainly add in her thoughts. A fierce friend, one can always rely on her when they need her.
    She likes to think she's funny, with a hint of sarcasm dripping off her tongue every so often. People call her a bitch without knowing her first, but once a connection is established, she's liked by many and hated by few.


    miscellaneous

    Faceclaim: Vika Levina



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    She didn't really know how it happened. Well, she did. That was a lie. Saoirse found herself staring up at the entrance to a very large building, menacing in it's gloominess. She didn't much enjoy concerts even on the best of days, and today, she found herself staring into the face of a grim reaper. She inhaled deeply, the taste of the rum still strong on her lips. A hand reached for hers, fingers entangling, and pulled on her.
    "Saoirse, come on!" Nose twitched as she crossed over the threshold, taking in the scenery.
    "I hate this band."
    "You hate the lead singer."
    "Yeah, I hate this band."
    "A band isn't just the members. It's the music." Saoirse glared at the girl who she'd practically grown up with and sighed. She was right, after all. She always was about this sort of stuff.
    "I still don't like this." The redhead looked over her shoulder at the faery and shrugged, exchanging words silently before eventually taking a seat on a large couch.
    There were a few other girls there, a couple guys, dressed up and shaking with excitement. Saoirse thought back on her week and should have known what Marissa had planned. After informing her the girl had acquired a couple of backstage passes, she refused to tell her exactly what concert it was, and when the day finally came, it was too late for her. Hell, she was half tempted to drop her coat, unfurl her wings, and take off. But she couldn't leave the hothead behind. She'd get herself into trouble, for sure. Saoirse looked like the other girls, but even with the layers of makeup, perfume, and alcohol, she still looked different. Her skin was too pale, movements to fluid, even her hair and eyes shone with a brilliance that wasn't at all human. There was nothing she could do about the smell of freshly fallen rain and sage, which filled the room rather quickly. He'd know for sure there was a fae in the room. If, of course, he had met one before. Even if he hadn't, she suspected he'd be like a moth drawn to a flame. She'd never met a vampire before, and was planning on keeping it that way until little Marissa decided to show up and mess it all up.
    The music faded, the crowds cheering louder and louder, Saoirse standing after Marissa. They were coming. She took a deep breath and reached for Marissa's hand, clutching it like a scared child. This was it. There was no turning back, now.
     
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    She didn't really know how it happened. Well, she did. That was a lie. Saoirse found herself staring up at the entrance to a very large building, menacing in it's gloominess. She didn't much enjoy concerts even on the best of days, and today, she found herself staring into the face of a grim reaper. She inhaled deeply, the taste of the rum still strong on her lips. A hand reached for hers, fingers entangling, and pulled on her.
    "Saoirse, come on!" Nose twitched as she crossed over the threshold, taking in the scenery.
    "I hate this band."
    "You hate the lead singer."
    "Yeah, I hate this band."
    "A band isn't just the members. It's the music." Saoirse glared at the girl who she'd practically grown up with and sighed. She was right, after all. She always was about this sort of stuff.
    "I still don't like this." The redhead looked over her shoulder at the faery and shrugged, exchanging words silently before eventually taking a seat on a large couch.
    There were a few other girls there, a couple guys, dressed up and shaking with excitement. Saoirse thought back on her week and should have known what Marissa had planned. After informing her the girl had acquired a couple of backstage passes, she refused to tell her exactly what concert it was, and when the day finally came, it was too late for her. Hell, she was half tempted to drop her coat, unfurl her wings, and take off. But she couldn't leave the hothead behind. She'd get herself into trouble, for sure. Saoirse looked like the other girls, but even with the layers of makeup, perfume, and alcohol, she still looked different. Her skin was too pale, movements to fluid, even her hair and eyes shone with a brilliance that wasn't at all human. There was nothing she could do about the smell of freshly fallen rain and sage, which filled the room rather quickly. He'd know for sure there was a fae in the room. If, of course, he had met one before. Even if he hadn't, she suspected he'd be like a moth drawn to a flame. She'd never met a vampire before, and was planning on keeping it that way until little Marissa decided to show up and mess it all up.
    The music faded, the crowds cheering louder and louder, Saoirse standing after Marissa. They were coming. She took a deep breath and reached for Marissa's hand, clutching it like a scared child. This was it. There was no turning back, now.
     
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    It took a lot for someone to forget a traumatizing memory, especially when it involved one's parents. And their death. Even after seventeen years, the young girl laying in her bed could recall the incident as if it had just happened. In fact, it was the only thing that she dreamed about those days, the moment her eyelids shut over her mismatched orbs, the memory came back. She could feel the cold of the snow sneaking in through her boots, could feel the warmth of her parents hands, embracing hers as they walked. She laughed and sang with them, little head bobbing with a warm cap engulfing her head. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. A hand was ripped from hers, her father scooping her up quickly and running. The little girl didn't know what was going on; what four year old would? But there was something sprayed across her face. What was that? And that taste. It was like iron. Suddenly, the girl was laying on her back, the air knocked out of her small frame. In the dark, her eyes couldn't see much. But she heard the disheveled screams in the distance, someone screaming for her to run. But she was frozen in place. "Mommy? Daddy?" And then, the fangs. The red eyes. The feeling of her throat being ripped out. The girl tried her best to scream, but her body was already going limp. The last thing she saw was that face. Twisted and smiling at her, dropping her lifeless form in the snow. And then nothing.

    Those same mismatched eyes snapped open, heart pounding and a chill running through her frame as she sat up. She was twenty-one now, an adult, but she was still haunted by that same nightmare, like a child. Sansa looked to her alarm clock and sighed, legs swinging over the edge of the bed and making contact with the plush carpet. It woke her up at the same time every morning. 3:45am flashed across the led screen as she stood and pulled on some warm clothes. It was Autumn, after all, and the girl had to remain warm.

    Exiting the decently-sized cabin of her adopted parents, the girl began walking through the forest, yawning only slightly in the dim light. It was her nightly routine after the dream woke her. San was on her way to meet NAMEHERE, the dark angel who found her recovering corpse and made sure she found refuge. While the years had changed her into the young woman she was now, time didn't effect him, and the only thing that seemed to change was how she felt about him. It was silly, of course, for her to have those emotions towards him; he was eternal, and Sansa was merely temporary.

    As the girl reached the tree they'd met at every day, she leaned against the trunk and looked up to the sky, taking in the stars that danced about, and the crescent moon, giving off only a small sliver of light. A leaf fell in front of her, a hand reaching out to grasp it. In only a moments time, the once brown and dead bit of foliage was restored once again, adding a bit of color to the barren forest floor. With a snap and a small breeze, the girl looked up and smiled, taking a breath to speak.
    "Good evening, NAMEHERE."


     
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  10. . Sansa

    Sex: Female Race: Vampire
    family

    Father: Bastille Løvenskiold
    Mother: Svetlana Løvenskiold
    Sibling: Ivar and Jakob Løvenskiold
    Notable other family: None
    Pet: None at Hogwarts; 2 wolves at home.
    Social standing: None

    basic information

    Name : Sansa Løvenskiold
    Age: 1,236
    Birthday: October 13
    Nationality: Scandinavian
    Blood status: Pure Blood before her death.
    Wand: 10", stiff, Rosewood with veela hair core.

    appearance

    Hair color: Blonde
    Hair style: Long and wavy, trailing just past her bottom.
    Eye color: Heterochromia (left silver blue, right emerald green)
    Height: 5 feet 8 inches
    Weight: 115 pounds
    Build: Petite
    Clothing style: Vintage but classy, a little more on the 'dark' side.
    Accessories: The occasional necklace, but always has feathers and braids in her hair.
    Other distinguishing features: A set of rune-like tattoos running up the outside of her left thigh, along with a long scar across her chest.


    personality

    Traits: Quiet, intelligent, cunning.
    Likes: Furry animals, the snow in the winter, the night sky on a full moon, basking in the sun.
    Dislikes: Public speaking, fear of her and what she is, spiders, small spaces.
    Bad at: Comforting those who are upset, herbology.
    Hobbies: Playing the harp, dancing, singing (but not in public,) flying through the sky
    Fears: Her father coming back from the grave, spiders crawling all over her, being buried alive.
    Ambition: To create a better life for her kind.

    individual magic

    Wand reaction when first held: A gust of wind blowing past her.
    Boggart: Her father
    Patronus: A mountain lion
    Animagus: Is a metamormagus
    Polyjuice: An dazzling emerald shade
    Amortentia: Freshly fallen rain, sage, and almonds.




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    "I apologize. Would you mind repeating what you just said?" She didn't believe it. Honestly. Mismatched eyes stared at the old man standing before her, his beard long and white with time. His question seemed genuine enough, but she simply didn't think he was serious.
    "Miss Løvenskiold, what I ask is genuine. You were a witch when you were a human, correct?" She nodded slowly at the man.
    "Yes, but that was well over a thousand years ago." He shook his head softly.
    "That is not what I am asking. I am just asking for you to give your kind a chance at living normally after-" he paused.
    "After they're killed." He nodded once. Sansa rose from her large chair and began pacing, her long dress dragging along the ground behind her. Guards of all species stood at the entrances, and with a wave of her hand, they all left. "Albus, you do realize that I am a vampire, correct?" The man chuckled softly, nodding as he walked slowly to the seemingly young female.
    "Sansa, we have known each other for some time. Come to Hogwarts. Help all magical creatures have a better future." It only took a moment of pondering for her to come to a decision, and with a small smirk, the girl placed her hand in his and shook it.

    Nearly three months later, and a very short trip to see a very peculiar fairy, the vampire stood outside the castle, staring up at it. It was the first time in ages she'd been nervous about something, and her nerves are probably what made her so late. Judging by the time, and the smell wafting in through the halls, it was dinner and the students were already sorted and enjoying their first meals at the school.

    Shedding her cloak, she took a breath, the wing tattoos on her back suddenly lifting from her skin. The girl wasn't much in the mood for walking, and the little spell that fairy had put on her gave her a few extra abilities. Within moments, Sansa stood at the door, folding the leathery things back into her skin and pulling the cloak back on. Ravenclaw would be her house, as per the sorting hat's request, but with how late she was, was there even a point to disrupting their meals?

    Heaving a sigh, the girl placed pale hands on the large doors and pushed only slightly before they swung open. Mismatched eyes took in the scene, the faces looking at her, then finally the table up at the front. Albus didn't stand, but nodded his smiling face towards her, raising a hand to show her which table was hers. In a few moments, the girl found a seat, raising a brow at the faces that continued to stare.


     
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    "And so, I would like to ask you if you would like to attend the school. As a student, of course." An older man spoke gently, his beard and hair grey over time. He smiled at the girl at the front of the room, who stared back with mismatched eyes. She didn't look a day over twenty, and yet only her eyes held the story of her long life. But at that moment, the girl stared at the old man like he was crazy. She stood, glancing to her right to the man who stood next to the large throne-like chair, and began pacing through the room slowly.
    "Albus," She began, voice soft but her accent rough. "I have known you for some time now, and I can't help but worry about your mental health. Do you know what you ask me? We're vampires. We're not some innocent little creature to play with." The man chuckled softly and stepped towards the girl.
    "You were a witch at one point, Miss Løvenskiold. You can learn it again!" She still couldn't believe her ears.
    "Albus, that was well over a thousand years ago! I just celebrated my 1, 236th birthday! I haven't practiced magic in a long time."
    "Just try. No one will know what you are, just the teachers. Don't you want what's best for your kind? This could help as long as it's successful." The girl took a deep breath, glancing at the man to her side once more as she brushed a long strand of blonde hair behind her shoulder. Raising her hand, she placed it in the wizard's, nodding once more.
    "Alright, Albus. You have a deal. Just know I am not responsible for any deaths that happen at the school."

    And that was how that went. Three months, twelve days, and sixteen hours later, the girl stood in front of the school, drenched in moonlight. She'd been late, but that was no shock to her. She was, after all, the one who kept her kind in line. And thanks to a vampire who couldn't keep his fangs in his mouth, San had to make a pit stop in Ireland to deal with him. Her wings were tired and ached, but she stood there nonetheless, brushing her hair back away from her face as the large feathered things melted into golden tattoos on her back.

    The smell of food wafted through the air, and from the sound inside, supper was nearly through. Taking a breath, Sansa placed a hand on the large doors and pushed them open, slipping into the great hall. Only a few people noticed her at first, eyes falling to her, then more and more as she made her way down the aisle and straight up to the headmaster.
    "Hello, Albus. I believe we have some things to discuss?" The man smiled and nodded, holding out a hand.
    "Miss Løvenskiold. I was wondering when you would arrive. Please, have a seat. I'm sure you're tired. We will talk after." Her nose twitched at his words, but he was right. Her back was killing her, she was hungry, and most of all, she was exhausted.
    "Yes, of course."

    And she did as she was told. Making her way to the Ravenclaw table, a few moved away from her, and a couple stood to leave. Apparently rumors of her arrival were rampant, although none of the whispers knew exactly what she was. Thanks to one of the teachers who simply couldn't contain secrets, they all knew. At least, her fellow Ravenclaws, did.
     
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  14. Clara
    "The Doll"

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    xxxClara

    Build Datexxxxxxxxxx
    xxxBuilt In Late 1800's

    Activation Instructionsxxxxxxxxxx
    xxxInsert crank in back and turn; doll remains active until user deactivates doll

    Congratulations On Your New Dollxxxxxxxxxx
    xxxBuilt to be the perfect companion, "Clara" has a fully functioning personality, able to think and move on her own once activated! Preloaded with all the latest and most delicious recipes, "Clara" is able to cook you a delicious meal. This doll is also able to sew, clean, sing, and play music. She is the first and only of her kind!
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  17. Well, hello, darlings.
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    Hello all! Thanks for visiting my new and improved search thread! Thanks for checking it out! Since you're here, you must be craving a good old-fashioned role-play, like me. Well, let me start off by telling you a bit about myself.
    I'm a devoted vampire enthusiast (call it an obsession,) proud Ravenclaw, mum, wife, soldier, and nerd. I've been roleplaying since I was 13 or so, which puts it at a little over eleven years. Holy shit, how the time flies. I enjoy making friends with those I roleplay with, and building a plot together.

    I would prefer it if you could post semi-often. At least once a day or every other day. It makes it really difficult to stay interested in a role-play that only gets love once every few weeks.

    Your understanding of the English language is a must for me. I'm not saying you have to write a novel (because I seriously doubt I will,) but a minimum of 2 decent paragraphs is a requirement. Trust me, I understand writers block, I get it, too, but if your posts are continuously short, it makes it hard for me to keep interest and also, to respond. On the same note, if you write more than 5 paragraphs per post, I'm sorry to say that I've wasted your time, because, while I could do that, it would be more or less me rambling about absolutely nothing.

    Pertaining to 'X-rated' material, I simply won't do it. I've tried it in the past and it's just simply not for me. If you're looking for someone to play mature scenes with, that person just isn't me. Thanks.

    I only use photographs for faceclaims. I just simply can't get into a role-play with anime or any kind of art. Nothing against the actual art, but that's just how I roll. I would prefer you to do the same. If you can't use photography, I apologize for wasting your time.

    On a last note, just a heads up for some things I won't do. Futuristic themes simply aren't my forte, so please, nothing futuristic. Also, Monster Girl Encyclopedia. I've been asked about this once, and ever again. ​







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    "Wands and Fangs"
    Genre: Fantasy, Romance
    Roll I Would Prefer: Female Vampire

    A new year is starting at Hogwarts. Students come bustling into the castle, groups of first years finally being sorted. Rumors of new students seemed to be false, but as the last of the first years get seated, a group walks in. They seem like your every day witch or wizard, but what the other students don't realize is that the new students are a part of an experiment. Can vampires contain their thirst and be civilized, or will they prove everyone else correct?
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    "Coin Operated Boy"
    Genre: Modern Fantasy, Romance
    Roll I Would Prefer: Female (I Will Play Doll or Human)

    A girl is in a time crunch. Too involved in work, almost no social life, but with her sister's upcoming wedding, a lack of a boyfriend, she must either find a date or be forced into a marriage with a man of her family's choosing. The girl gets a call late one night from a coworker. Without much details, she meets up with her friend. As they enter into an antique shop, she points out the lifelike doll sitting covered in dust in the corner. The doll was magic, according to the shop owner. After getting the doll home and activating it, she realizes he's so much more than a doll. But where did he come from, and how did he get to be this way?
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    "Crimson War"
    Genre: Dark, Modern Fantasy, Romance
    Roll I Would Prefer: Female Witch

    In 1740's England a war was in full swing. Vampires and werewolves had been fighting for what seemed like centuries, keeping to the shadows, a world long forgotten. No one knows how the war started, but for every vampire or werewolf, they know their orders; find and kill the enemy. Through the years, the war died down slowly. Neither side had made any progress in centuries, just lost thousands of their kind. They needed something else, something to help them gain an advantage over their opponents. Every species knew about the legends, about the secrets that tried to remain hidden. A small group of humans were their only hope to win the war. But for centuries, neither side knew how to find these humans, or even how they were special. They were both determined to find them, though. Werewolves needed their blood to make them stronger, and the vampires wanted to turn them, to use their powers, which would be enhanced by the vampiric transformation, to destroy the werewolves once and for all. In modern times, a young girl is special in every way. Very bright and holds a special ability, one that, if discovered by either vampires or werewolves, would help decide who wins the war.
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    "Guard Me, Guide Me"
    Genre: Modern Romance, Fantasy, Adventure
    Roll I Would Prefer: Female Witch

    When she was little, she lost her family to a vampire attack. He didn't know why, but he found her and saved her from his own kind, suddenly taking the role of her protector. He watched her grow, and slowly the love he felt for the young girl turned into more as she grew up. She was in her twenties now, and he knew it was time for the girl to have her own life. He leaves, which leaves her open to the attacks his kind had been planning for her. But they don't want to kill. The king of vampires wants her, and her magic, for himself, and is determined to claim her for himself.







    Last But Not Least...
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    Well, I don't really have anything to put in here. I come up with new stuff all the time and they're constantly put up. I try to be on a lot, but sometimes, I'm just not. If you have something in mind, and no one to take part in your scheme, please let me know. If you want to get my attention, either quote me on here or PM me. If you post that you're interested and if I am, to message you, I just won't. If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have posted this search thread.

    Thank you!​


     


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  19. "Clara Løvenskiold"
    Age
    xxxx//Twenty-Three
    Height
    xxxx//Five foot Eight
    Hair Color
    xxxx//Blonde
    Eye Color
    xxxx//Heterochromia (Left blue, right green)

    History
    xxxxShe didn't much know how she'd gotten her 'powers.' One second, she was a normal girl, with a normal family, doing normal things, and the next moment, there was something different about her. Able to control electricity, the weather changing with her emotions. At first, it was just a light breeze when she was happy. But then, it started getting more and more intense. It would rain when she was sad, or storm when she was angry. Clara didn't know what to do, and so, when she was sixteen, she ran off on her own.

    xxxxEver since then, the girl was on her own, doing her best to stay 'under the radar' while looking for her own fellow witched. Her parents had always told her about 'night creatures,' and how she should always stay away from them. And Clara did just that. At least, as well as she could. ​
     
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  20. The night air was cold and silent as she walked the Manchester street, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. It was the city she'd decided to call home for the time being, mismatched eyes looking around at the scenery and also searching for faces that were out of place. Her mother had always warned her of the shadows that crept in the night, with eyes hungry for what was not theirs to take. Clara always did her best to be aware of her surroundings, no matter where she was.

    But this night was different. Something was off, and her mind was distracted. The girl had occupied Manchester for a bit too long and it was getting close to the time that she should be off. There was no doubt her family would be catching up to her soon; but why the secrets, and why would she run from them?

    Probably the fact that she didn't have much control over her magic. While the girl had a better handle of the electricity that coursed through her veins, enough to give the lonely street thug the shock of his life, the weather was something completely different. People were beginning to catch on that when her emotions changed, so did the weather. And so, she was ready to take her leave of New Hampshire. Perhaps Arizona would be a good location after this.

    Clara could feel eyes on her as she walked, eyes scanning the darkness for any abnormality every few seconds. But it wasn't until she bumped into a shadowy figure did she finally see him. The girl gasped slightly as her frame slammed into his, immediately shaking as his icy hands wrapped around her arms. The young femme could feel the cold through her jacket, like death embracing her.
    "What's a pretty thing like you doing out so late?" But she didn't respond, just stared up at the man in horror. The corners of his lips turned up to reveal his pearly whites- and also his fangs. "Well fine, then. I see how it is. Fast food it is, then." The man chuckled as he leaned his face down, teeth scraping against her skin. It wasn't until she felt the pop of his fangs sinking into her skin and the pain of the muscles spreading that she realized exactly what was going on and reacted. It took every ounce of control but she managed.

    Clara had sent enough electricity into him to stop a human man's heart, and when he exhaled a shriek and fell back, the girl immediately began running.

     
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