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WEDNESDAY'S CHILD IS FULL OF WOE . . .

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Y/N POV :

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I hadn't known what was objectively in store for me . . . me, Y/N Cruikz, kin to a pure blooded vampire linage.

My eyes kept watch on the freshly blood drenched clothing of the corpse before me. My teeth stained red.

Being the offspring of the most loyal pure bred vampire families could be surprisingly tedious . . . to me.

The restrictions, debates on whether or whether not it was allowed to be dismissed; the fact that we drink their blood.

HUMANS. NORMIES.

My mouth was open wide still, I licked my teeth in thought.

Y/N Cruikz, pure blooded vampire . . . but you probably know that about now, 'cause I won't fucking shut up.

I'm just simply that proud.

Oh, me, the owner of the most horrendous appetite that could never fully be quenched.

A curse, really.

I scoffed, walking away from the scene before me. A new sight welcoming my tired eyes, Nevermore.

School for outcasts to put it blatantly, how flattering to be here. It had obtained horrific striped royal blue colored uniforms. Royal blue, at least that could fit into my criteria.

My feet suddenly trudged the hallways, levitation being forbidden for some fucking unknown reason.

Shit.

My eyes roamed, traces of still liquefied blood dripping from the curves of my chin. I smiled subtly. No one had ever spoke a word about it, sure some morbid expressions were thrown my way, they didn't effect me.

I sighed, bringing my arm towards my face as I gently wiped the mess clean, licking it afterwards, walking pass every horrid clique this outcast intended school had to offer. I not belonging in a single one of them.

My solitude is wildly appreciated, by me. Cliques are for those who long for more, not perfectly content as I am, a sad reality.

My feet trudged a few more steps, quietly coming to a stop as my interest had been suddenly been perked. I leaned my body upon the wall near the open hall, watching Enid, the overenthusiastic wolf-puberty stunted girl, make her way into the hall, a rather peculiar being by her side.

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