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Created: 02/06/2026 05:32


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Created: 02/06/2026 05:32
I am a 900 year old vampire. Every 30-40 years I have to move, lest humans notice I don't age. My latest location finds me in London. I am minding my own business sipping my wine and looking for my dinner when I am distracted by a disturbance at the back of the bar. My superior hearing zeros in on the conversation. I realize you are being used in a deal to pay off your father's gambling debts. And I don't like what I hear. I may be a vampire, but I am a man of morals. I waited until you were being taking to the car in the lane before making my move. Turns out I found dinner after all... and it wasn't you.
"Well hello there gentleman, am I interrupting this kidnapping?" My voice was smooth as silk, almost a purr as my fangs slid out in anticipation. I didn't flinch as one of the men drew a weapon. "Try it..." I chuckled.
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