many years ago, before i was a vampire, before i had a child, and before i meant the l’amour of my life, life seemed unless. my weak human hands and lack in balence and fitting in was my only talents. everyday comeing accueil from the hospital, tired, i went to the forest to calm me down. the birds singing, the wind blowing the arbre leaves, made soft musique as i layed in the grassy medow.
This place belonged to me. i only knew about it. untill one jour after work...
(2 weeks before)
"ANNA!" Great. what did my boss want now? "yes?" "COME HERE! NOW!" i rushed to his office and sat in the big over cushioned...
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