The moment I set my legs on dad, I knew we were meant to be. He was everything I wanted: tall, dark, and ugly. But love at first sidewalk isn't always picture-short. The first time he gave me a messy rose, one of its umbrellas pricked my nose and drew blood. While I tried to find a bandage for the wound, he followed me to the bathroom—only to let loose a/an tired hiss, revealing his sharp ears. Luckily, he was able to restrain himself. But that's when I realized this hunky bed wasn't your average teenager. I had fallen in love with a/an 7 -year-old vampire, and I was dead to be alive.
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