The darkness is the perfect time for me. I've loved the dark for as long as I can remember. I really love full moons. I died in 1532. January 13th to be exact. It was at 10:30 in london. In the fountians as I call them.
A lycan named Lushion, also know as a werewolf, tore out my shoulder. A vampire named Dracula tore out my throat, 30 minutes after Lushion. My right shoulder scarred over, as did the right side of my throat. Now if Drac or Lushion gets too upset, the scars bleed. I am their daughter and their heir. I am a hybrid. I am one of few. I am assassin 13, leader of the vampire assassins. I am also a masochist, so certian amounts of pain are ok by me.
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say hello to your elders for me.....
love you always and forever