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Tap, tap, tap.... her fingers bounced off the wooden arm chair that she rested in. Her pink dress flowing beneath her legs, ribbon crawled up them from ballet shoes that hid her toes. Pale marble skin was pasted around gleaming green eyes, red lips stained with blood sat closed. A corpse lay on the floor beside the chair, looking to it a slow grin crept along her face, allowing fangs to be seen. Such a complex creature that kills for the blood of a mortal, what was the name we called these children of the devil? ... Vampire.
