Centuries. For centuries women have given in to the lust of these fanged beauties. Beautiful. Tsh. Whatever. I just can't believe these women. Remember Lucy? Well, you probably can't remember her but you've heard of her, I assume, correct? Well, she wasn't as perfect as Bram Stoker made her out to be. Actually she was a complete nit wit. How do I know? Well, that's the main party Vampires prey on. Well, at least the men. They like their women dumb, if we're too smart, it's a chore instead of a hunt you see. Not that I'm complaining. I look like those dumb blonds and mindless freaks. Until I hunt of course. So... Oh well.
Hey by the way. I'm Camille. I'm a Vampire Slayer.
And if you say 'Buffy' Ima shoot you with a forteen karat gold bullet before you can do so much as bat your right eye. What I do is better and harder than that prom queen "did".
heh... great... You never want to know what happened to thrust me into this world. In fact, i don't want to think about it so... SUBJECT CHANGE!
I'm on a hunt now... The cold breeze makes goose bumps run along my arms. Not good, i shouldn't show any sign of fear. Even if it's not.
I'm so tired of this...
...
~x~
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