I created a story.
You'll probably imagine by my nick that it's a vampire story.
I'll post it in parts.
It doesn't have a title, so if you have ideas, tell me please! 3nodding
--- FIRST ACT---
Night. A quiet, splendid night.
Vincent rushed into the lonely church, unique noise in the darkness.
He took some sits around him and bloced the door with them.
That should have stopped them for a while. But now?
He looked to the altair, where a bible was.
A bible. Hironic, a lot.
He rushed to the altair, took the bible and throwed it to the ground.
"Is it some sort of joke or what? Does it seem funny to you? THEY ARE ALL ********' DEAD! IS IT FUNNY TO YOU?"
"Probably yes."
Vincent slowly raised his head. He was alone in that church. Who talked?
"You scared of me? You don't have to. I'm here as a friend."
The boy slowly turned to the voice origin.
When he came in, the church was empty.
Now, there was a woman behind me.
Not exactly a normal woman.
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Memories of the Damphir
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