'Why am I a vampire?', Simon asked her.419Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu4IYhwmOQy
'You went into the cemetery, alone. No one wants to go there; no one. In my time, I am 112 years' old, London's vampires are planning wars against each other. You messed things up', Gemma answered. She wore a black gown, and her long, black hair fell down her body.
'I wanted to explore the grave of my ancestors', Simon said.
'Your bloodline is strong. You need to feed on blood, soon', Gemma said.
She bared her fangs, and fed on his neck.
Simon shivered, as he fell.
He was drained of blood, as he became weak.
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