___________ Allistor ✖ Nicole ✖ Fallsburg
_______________Vampire ✖ Scotsmen ✖ Gentlemen
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Allistor frowned, hearing the cracking sound. He stabbed the dart that was in his hand into the end table before he stood up and approached the window and brushed the curtain to the side, through the glass he saw the young lad punching a tree. His thin brow furrowed before he unlatched the window and pushed it open. The sun irritating his eyes. “What in gods name are you doing you bleeding idiot?” he called to the boy. Honestly, what good did he expect to gain from violence against a tree?
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"The birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound.
____________________ When you're six feet underground.."
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