After five nine-hour shifts in a row I leave the coffeeshop, my feet dragging behind. It had started to snow and the feathery flakes melted when they landed in my dark hair. With my favourite song at the highest volume in my EarPods, I strolled down the streets of Paris, completely unaware of the eyes that followed me from the shadows. The eyes belonged to someone, or should I say something that I thought only existed in horror movies. A vampire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is part 2 of my vampire chronicle The Beau & The Beast. In this story we get to follow the street rats, the common vampires, the dealers and those who live in the darkest parts of the slums of Paris.
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