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Skin as white as snow. Hair as black as coal. Lips as red as blood. And a heart that stopped beating a long time ago, when the man with the Queen's dagger hunted a young woman down and cut out her heart. And so was created Snow White, a princess of the night. First of her kind.

Skin as white as snow. Hair as black as coal. Lips as red as blood. And a heart that stopped beating a long time ago, when the man with the Queen's dagger hunted a young woman down and cut out her heart. And so was created Snow White, a princess of the night. First of her kind.

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Death of a Vampire: I devoured and lusted and craved the living.  Now I am gone, the future unforgiving.   With black tongue and yellow teeth, I destroyed without thought or lack.    I now wander eternally hopeless,  in the starless, moonless black.

Death of a Vampire: I devoured and lusted and craved the living. Now I am gone, the future unforgiving. With black tongue and yellow teeth, I destroyed without thought or lack. I now wander eternally hopeless, in the starless, moonless black.

(Play the Werewolf) I am walking in the woods one late summer night, I love midnight wood walking. For being a popular girl I had dark secrets. But didn't everybody? I stop when my flashlight died. "Ugh, come on." I groan and look around. That's when I see him. Gold eyes of a Werewolf, dark hair, hard face, and vines poking his hair and face. "What—" I couldn't finish because he rushes at me making me yell and then I stop, when he kisses me. His K-9's scraping my lip when he kisses me.

(Play the Werewolf) I am walking in the woods one late summer night, I love midnight wood walking. For being a popular girl I had dark secrets. But didn't everybody? I stop when my flashlight died. "Ugh, come on." I groan and look around. That's when I see him. Gold eyes of a Werewolf, dark hair, hard face, and vines poking his hair and face. "What—" I couldn't finish because he rushes at me making me yell and then I stop, when he kisses me. His K-9's scraping my lip when he kisses me.

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