WALKING THREW SCHOOL THE HUMAN BLOOD WHICH I THRIEVE FOR IS NESSIN WITH ME.AS I LOOK AT THE NECK OF ANOTHER I THINK SHOULD I STRIKE?OR SHOULD I WAIT?I CHOOSE TO WAIT AND AS SOON AS I STUCK HIM HE FELL TO THE GROUND BLEEDING THE CRIMSON NECTOR CREPT FROM HIS SKIN I LOOKED HIM IN THE EYE AND KILLED HIM THE FLEDGLING TYPE HAS THE MARK OF THY ANCESTORS THE CRESENT MARK OVER MY SILVER EYES GLOWED WHITE.
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