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   Part One 

⚜{ Cole Brandon Fulton }⚜

➫ Cole /koʊl/ is a surname of English origin, and is much less frequently a given name. It is of Middle English origin, and its meaning is "swarthy, coal-black, charcoal". The Cole family originated in Cornwall, South West England. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Randolphi Cole, appearing in the Winton Rolls of Hampshire in 1148. It is also an Americanized spelling of the German name 'Kohl', and of the Scottish and Irish name 'McCool'.

➫ Brandon Given name which is considered to be mainly a North American name. It originates from the English surname Brandon. This surname can be derived from any of the numerous placenames in England so-named which are composed of two elements derived from the Old English language. The first element means "broom", "gorse"; and the second means "hill". There are several variant spellings of the given name Brandon; there is also, most probably, a feminine variant of the name. Brandon is considered to be a masculine name; however, in the United States during the 1980s, the name cracked the top 1,000th names recorded for female births; the name has since then fallen out of the top 1,000 female baby names.

➫ Fulton \f(u)-lton, ful-ton\ as a boy's name is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Fulton is "settlement of the fowl; people's estate". Also transferred use of the Scottish surname, originally a local name from a place in Ayrshire. Robert Fulton is the inventor of the steamboat. Catholic bishop Fulton J. Sheen



▒ [Age] ▒ Twenty years old. Appearance age 20. Cole is a newly turned vampire.

▒ [Gender] ▒ Masculine

▒ [ Sexuality ] ▒ Heterosexual

▒ [Date Of Birth] ▒ February 2ed
{Place of Birth} New York

▒ [ Zodiac Symbol] ▒ Aquarius

Aquarius is the eleventh sign of the zodiac, and Aquarians are the perfect representatives for the Age of Aquarius. Those born under this sign have the social conscience needed to carry us into the new millennium. These folks are humanitarian, philanthropic and keenly interested in making the world a better place. Along those lines, they'd like to make the world work better, which is why they focus much of their energy on our social institutions and how they work (or don't work). Aquarians are visionaries, progressive souls who love to spend time thinking about how things can be better. They are also quick to engage others in this process, which is why they have so many friends and acquaintances. Making the world a better place is a collaborative effort for Aquarians.

▒ [ Species] ▒ Vampire

Vampires are arguably one of the strongest supernatural species known to man. Not only are they incredibly gifted with their various abilities, but vampires also have a strong desire for power. A vampire will kill anyone, other than their creator, if it means getting ahead. Unbeknownst to many, it's true that many of the members of the British Monarchy were vampires -- including Richard I.
Eternal youth is one of the many gifts a vampire is blessed with when they're cursed with the bite. No matter one's age, their appearance when first bitten will remain intact. Vampires who attempt to live normal lives usually end up faking their deaths before their eternal appearance becomes too conspicuous.
It is a well known fact that if a person dies with vampire blood in their system, that they'll begin the transformation into one themselves. However, this process is complicated and highly unlikely to succeed, and results in the death of many who are bitten. The bite of a vampire also serves as poison for werewolves, killing them within a few days. Angels and demons, however, are not affected by the bite.

A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ

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Cole is a 20 year old guy. He as black flipy hair and now fair skin. He is really toned and muscular he has a 6- pack he works out a lot. He doesn't really care much as to what he wears because he practically lives on the streets. He doesn't really have a care in the world about his appearance as in wearing nice cloths. But, he does like to keep his face and body nice and handsome. He has a scar on his left shoulder from being shot by his dad when he was a kid, from his dad being drunk. Cole is a very handsome young man with girls crawling all over him.

P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ

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Cole is the kind of kid that all his friends envy secretly, the one that his trainers fearfully tell stories about, and the guy that parents keep all their daughters away from. No- he’s not exactly what you think him to be. Not one of those cocky stuck up guys who come and go with girls like a passing breeze, though with looks like his, he could certainly shift gears and ride that title out for all it’s worth. What makes him so terrifying is the fact that he’s got no empathy, no limitations, and no self-restraint when it comes to doing his job. He is the idea of a gun without a safety lock. He’ll shoot you down without hesitating and without even blinking if he decides you’re wasting his time.

As said before, Cole isn’t much of a heartbreaker. To be honest, he doesn’t even care much for affections because they only screw with his job dexterity. But he does intend to live up to the name of a rebel. Given that he holds a jaunty, cynical demeanor when he’s conversing with others, it’s hard not to see him as one of the bad boys. This fact alone makes him quite the heartthrob of the house. The best part is that he doesn’t even try. When he breathes, some girl in the corner of the room will swoon, and he knows it. But don’t think he’s some immature hotshot with an impervious ego and try to challenge him, because god knows that he’ll relish the idea of crushing your bones into dust.

Cole is merciless. If he finds your weak spot, he’ll use it against you every time you meet, just to see how far he can bend you backwards until you snap. He despises the weak passionately. Don’t confuse him for being biased towards his own kind because he would definitely slash their tires if they gave him a wrong look, intentional or not. In short- if anyone happens to upset him, which is considerably a feat in itself because Noel invests no attachment in everything he does, he’ll be sure to give him or her hell.

 Part Two 

H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

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On February 2, 1994 it was a stormy night at the Brookhaven's hospital in new York City, Cole Fulton was born. Right after he was born his mother wanted nothing to do with him. She took one look at him and sighed. His mother, Jenna thought of of Cole as a 'mistake'. She already had 4 kids and didn't know what to do with this one. Jenna and Rich; Coles father, decided to keep him after a long discussion.

Growing up as the youngest child and the only one neglected from the Fulton family never was really easy. But, Cole managed to stand on his two feet and fend for himself. By the time school came along, teachers could tell that he was struggling. His parents never really bothered to get him tested for ADD. Everyday when Cole would come home from school he never got the welcome home from his parents or his siblings that he has always wanted. His brother, Mark was the only one who really liked Cole but he was "too cool" to show it. Cole felt left out all the time he would never sit down and eat with his family for family dinners. He would just bring his plate of food up to his room and eat alone.

By the time Cole got into middle school he started causing trouble, just to get the attention that he wanted from his mom and dad. Everyday he would do something new like smash the windows of his principles new Toyota. When the teachers and principles scheduled in a time for Coles parents to come and talk to the school they would never show. Eventually, Cole just gave up he knew his parents weren't ever going to come around. He started doing drugs, drinking alcohol and sleeping with a lot of girls... And I mean a lot. He never settled down with just one girl. Cole was known to be one of the most popular guys at his high school. Every girl wanted to be with him, every guy hated him. Even the teachers. He was a reckless bad ass that got away with pretty much everything he did.

When Cole was 17 years old he was kicked out of his high school. He would always just be out late, come home late, doing god knows what. One night, when he came home he walked into the house with his father drunk off his ass. Cole hung up his jacket and started going off to his bedroom when he was stopped by his fathers grip. " Hey... You dumb kid... I'm paying a lot for you to go to the private school so get your act together you worthless piece of shit!" His father told him. Cole can still remember the smell of his fathers breath, smelt like rusty old beer. That's when Cole lost it. He pushed his father off him, him slamming his back against the table counter. "Get off my ass you old f**k!" he yelled back to him. At that moment his mother and the rest of his family went out in the kitchen and saw what was happening. Coles father had this mad look in his eyes. He reached his hand up on to the top shelf of the cabinet where he kept his gun. He pulled the trigger and shot Cole right on his left shoulder. Cole went to the ground screaming in pain, holding his blood wound. Right as his father was about to shoot the next bullet in his head his brother Mark pushed his father to the ground and took the gun out of his hand. Mark rushed over to Coles side. His mother and father just watched in disgust. "he's going to live Mark get away from him," his mother told him.

That night, Cole washed up is bloody bullet wound. He looked at his reflection for a long time before he made up his mind as to what he was going to do next. After everyone was a sleep Cole went downstairs to his fathers safe. He cracked open the lock and took out 4.5 million dollars that his parents stored away. On his way to the airport there was a person in the middle of the street. He slammed on his breaks and stopped the car. Cole slammed his head on the steering wheel of the car and ending up passing out. When he woke up the car door was missing and he had a aching pain in his neck. He moved his fingers over to the pain and felt a hot gooey substance leak through his fingers. It was blood. Two little indents in his neck. After Cole was bit, he experienced some odd things that was going on with him. He felt sick and had the flue for 4 days straight. After the flew he got a fever of 108. He nearly died. After Coles fever broke he started having unusual cravings for human blood. After Cole realized what he was, a vampire. Cole decided to stay in New york. To this day Cole doesn't know who bit him and he intends to find out who and why.

‟ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪ ᴀᴍ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? „

‹ ＡＮＤＲＥ ＭＡＲＣＵＳ ＬＥＧＡＴＵＳ ›

☱ Andre as a boy's name (also used as girl's name Andre), is pronounced AHN-dray. It is of French origin. André is a variant of Andrew. The form Andrey is popular in Russia. Andrei is a Slavic form. Aundres (AWN-dray) is an American phonetic variant. Pianist André Watts; actor André Gregory; composer/conductor André Previn; tennis player Andre Agassi.
☲ Marcus as a boy's name is pronounced MAR-kus. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Marcus is "dedicated to Mars". The root of names such as Mark and Marcel. Mythology: Mars, the Roman god of fertility, for whom the spring calendar month March was named, became identified with the Greek Ares, god of war. The name was possibly influenced by a hit TV series "Marcus Welby, M.D." and civil rights activist Marcus Garvey. Markos and Markus are Dutch, German, and Hungarian forms. Marcas is Irish and Scottish. See also Marcellus and Marquis. Retailer Stanley Marcus; hockey player Markus Naslund.
☴ A legatus (anglicised as legate) was a general in the Roman army, equivalent to a modern general officer. Being of senatorial rank, his immediate superior was the dux, and he outranked all military tribunes. In order to command an army independently of the dux or provincial governor, legates were required to be of praetorian rank or higher; a legate could be invested with propraetorian imperium (legatus pro praetore) in his own right. Legates received large shares of the army's booty at the end of a successful campaign, which made the position a lucrative one, so it could often attract even distinguished consuls (e.g., the consul Lucius Julius Caesar volunteered late in the Gallic Wars as a legate under his first cousin once removed, Gaius Julius Caesar).

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Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Rome, Italy
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| March Eighth
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♓ Pisces(view spoiler)[

Mysterious and alluring individuals, most Pisces are extremely talented, but even though they are gifted in many ways, they still manage to spend most of their lives battling "confusing" conditions. Pisces is the sign symbolised by the image of two fish. Their symbol depicts one fish heading upward, the other pulling downward. This mirrors how Pisceans are frequently torn between two pathways in life, or actually do live two very different existences at the same time.

The number 2, is a very powerful number for them. This zodiac sign is acknowledged as being the Saint and the Sinner rolled into one; the trendsetter of fashion or art, the lost soul, the philosopher and the psychotic and the visionary. As a credit to them, considering their many vulnerable characteristics; Pisceans are incredibly adaptable and resilient. They are to be found leading the field in many diverse areas of life and many Pisces can be found represented amongst top business millionaires. On the other side of the coin, prisons, reform schools and all kinds of institutions statistically hold a high number of Pisceans too.

The Piscean's inner quest to explore their "ivory tower" syndrome can lead them into some most unusual and unlikely living conditions. Of all the signs of the zodiac, Pisces are the ones who end up in the most muddles over the years of their lives. They fantasize about situations, people and particularly romance - and because they spend so much time in their own form of 'fantasy land' this can catch them short in other more worldly areas. Because of this inner world of fantasy, Pisces people seldom perceive whatever is going on around them in its true light. They see life instead as they want to see it, coloring their view of the world in hues and tones far removed from its true reflection. No wonder this is the sign of both miracles and disillusionment. If you are a Pisces, be warned your emotions are a weak spot.

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Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Homosexual :: romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between members of the same sex or gender
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single :: Closed to Requests

Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Wᴇʙʙɪɴɢ

⇥Vampire
(view spoiler)[Vampires are the oldest living supernatural beings. They have a need for blood. None of them feed on animals because the ones that are still alive have been fed an herb, cyper, that is deadly to vampires. These vampires have the ability to cure others with their own blood. The only way to make another vampire is to inject humans with their venom by either a bite or injection. There are only three ways to kill a vampire: Cyper, decapitation, and a stake to the heart. Fire is not deadly but it can stun then long enough for someone to get away. Vampires can walk in the daylight but it burns like hell so most of them stay in the shadows or wait until dark. Vampires have super strength, speed, hearing, and they are always incredibly good looking. (hide spoiler)]

( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: Dave Franco )

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▪ You know the stereotype that states that all Vampires are outrageously attractive? Yeah, it's hella right. Andre, before his turning, had never really much believed in that sort of thing. Then again, Vampires hadn't been totally real until a few years ago. Now, he guesses there was a reason he'd been born so terribly irresistible.

▪ At five foot nine, Andre is just above the average height for the human male, or well, any male. He's not a total giant, but he does think that it makes him a little more frightening. Weighing a hundred and sixty pounds, he's somewhat heavy, but that doesn't mean he's not light on his feet. He isn't covered in muscles, either, and looks to be a bit more scrawny. His visage is square in shape, all sharp angles and expressive features.

▪ His hair is an almost sandy sort of bronze color, or sometimes in darker lights, a brackish brown. While he'd displeased with the latter coloring option, he has a habit of gelling it a certain way to keep in place. He tends to forget that he has gel in his hair, and runs his hands through the strands. The habit is now dying out because of that. His complexion is that of a light tan, like bordering onto a pale coloring. This only makes his hair stand off as an identifier, along with his pale pink lips. His eyes are a deep and fluctuating brown, flecked with minuscule amounts of gold.

▪ Andre usually sounds like he's mumbling, even if he isn't. His sentences start off strong and coherent, and then they just start to fade. His voice is low and gravelly, and somewhat hoarse. It's the kind of voice that puts babies to sleep, but keeps the adults on their toes.

☛ Stands at five foot nine
☛ Weighs roughly a hundred and sixty pounds
☛ Hair is an almost sandy sort of bronze color, or sometimes in darker lights, a brackish brown
☛ Skin has a light tan, like bordering onto a pale coloring
☛ Eyes are a deep and fluctuating brown, flecked with minuscule amounts of gold
☛ Vocally is low and gravelly, and somewhat hoarse; usually sounds like he's mumbling
☛ An added mark is his recently matured fangs

‟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ɪ'ᴍ ғʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ „

His appearance is probably the only thing that really matters to him. Andre prides himself in looking good, and is usually out there judging other people. He believes it's the only thing that could matter to anyone, as well. No one is bound to go after something unappealing to the eyes, he thinks. It's a simple fact that people need something good to look at before they kick the bucket, or so he says when he goes out to hunt. But, it's really just as excuse to stand in front of the mirror to stare at himself for extended periods of time.

No one else really counts in his book, except for himself. He comes first, and yes, the universe revolves around his marvelously crafted face. But, no, seriously; that's how everything works. On a chain of hierarchy, no matter who may actually be above him, Andre is the highest point. He is the perfection that everyone seeks in their life, so his being around is the solution. That's why people keep him around, or so he thinks. His voice is meant to be heard, so he's gonna keep talking, and not taking any complaints about it. This whole thing is his show.

Andre is unfortunately one of those people that is confused by the simplest of things. No, he's not dumb, just confused. Always. There will never be something totally simple to him, aside from looking grade A smokin'. But, in all seriousness, many things confuse him, and some explanations just don't make sense to him. So, one has to be extremely clear when speaking to him, or he just won;t get it.

Ever a non-believer, is what Andre is. He doesn't believe in a lot of things, besides his own ability. No, he has to see things happening in real time for it to be the slightest bit real to him. It takes an extra something for

him to believe in a concept thrown at him. He has to totally understand and see that there is a possibility for being real. God? Prove it. Conspiracies? Uhm, not unless there's solid evidence.

As stated before, Andre is a little shit. He can be pretty rude at times, cutting people off because he feels what he has to say is far more important. He'll likely tell people that he's more important, and at that, he'll challenge people to tell him otherwise. This tends to get him into far too many confrontations, but he's a big boy. He can handle it, maybe. He doesn't show much empathy for those around him, which is another matter all together, and states how little cares about others' feelings unless they involve him. Yeah, everyone else sucks.

‟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴇᴇɴ „

His parents were really only together for the looks.

They were the people that married politically, because they got more power that way. It was the strategic move of the century, putting them in the position to have a whole lot of money. So when they had their first child for public display, they spoiled him rotten. It was the kind of spoiling that made him think he was the best damn thing ever made since sliced bread.

Andre always had to show this. He boasted with a constancy that made everything else seem like it didn't matter unless it had to do with him. He was that kid that tried, and always succeeded, to one up everyone's stories. Not many people were actually his friends, and at six years old, he wasn't letting anyone tell him nothing.

"No joke, dudes. I'm being dead serious right."
"Yeah? Well, you're stupid. That's not true."

Why weren't they listening to him? He was right, just like every other time. They were only taking about how to beat a game, so why were they being so uppity? He was right, since he'd played this level so many times already.

He watched the first of his supposed friends excuse himself to go call his mother to pick him up. The kid already had a studded jewel in his left ear, and a chain dangling around his neck. What, did he think he was cool with all that jewelry? Hell no, that shit was so old fashioned.

Andre sucked on his teeth and turned his attention back to convincing his other friends. He received a cold shoulder from each of them. He dismissed it as a small fight, and just continued to play. Silence kept each of the six year olds in the room with some time to think. Before he could say anything else, the kid that had left returned. What was his name - Reginald? Mark? It didn't matter, because he'd announced that he was leaving, and suddenly everyone else was getting up.

Andre kept his mouth shut, stewing silently as he listened to them all leave. He didn't need them. His games would keep him busy, and the private zoo would console him with its many sounds.

The incident with friends made him more cautious and everyone had to then work for a place at his court. His parents were suddenly just pawns in a game of Dungeons and Dragons, and he was King of the Realm. He let people into his circle for more years like that, until the year he was twelve, when he realized that he might be interested in those within his own gender, in the sexual way.

He'd already had "the birds and the bees" speech, but never one on liking asscracks and ballsacks. No, he was very sure that that had never come up in any of his talks with his parents or teachers. He wasn't even sure if it was true, either. It wasn't like he could test it out; that wouldn't be cool in the slightest. That, and how the fuck was he supposed to test out liking another guy's junk?

"Dude! The hell are you doing!?"
"Excuse me. I thought you were feeling it."

Andre wasn't quite sure how any of this started. It might have been a game, but then again, it could have been the beer they'd been guzzling all night.

The two stared at each other, one in mock horror and the other just past drunk. The room filled to the brim with silent giggles and teasing, followed by the occasional hiccup and reenactment of the kiss. His friend seemed to find it all in good fun after a bit, until Andre leaned in again. Not only did it totally fuck up the facade of a relationship, it let his entire inner circle crumble into nothing. Fuck them, fuck him, fuck everything.

It was suffice to say that Andre went as a lone wolf from then on, just like Zalaphenakis, or however his name is spelled. Andre adjusted to a solitary life, surrounded by people paid to make him happy.

‟ ʀᴜɴ, ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ʀᴜɴ; ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss, ʙɪᴛᴄʜ „

When the war started, his parents gathered a small army.

They hired the best mercenaries to protect them and their son at three separate locations. One for his mother, one for his father, one for him. Andre was elated, having another group of people to boss around. It only made him feel that much better knowing how much older they all were. Not that that would have stopped him anyways.

Andre was teetering the line with them at all times, as if they'd been his property long before the war even started. He still didn't believe that anything that the war was about was even real, and thought that those participating in it were just delusional freaks. Which then meant that the entire world was filled with people who may have been dumber than he was. Which have then made him a genius.

His underlings, or protectors, didn't quite see it with such a hopeful light. When things got really bad, they turned on him.

"Put me down! You have to do what I say!"
"Not anymore, flower-boy. We're done here."

How long had they been carting him around for? He'd only just woken up, a headache pounding at the back of his head. They must have not spared him with drugging him. Wow, they must have hated him.

Lips pursed, he listened to them go on and on about how full of himself he was. The only reason he was listening, he realized, was because it was about him. He probably would have tuned them out if they hadn't kept calling him names and such. He wanted to protest against the name calling, yes, but they'd gagged him after the first five minutes of him shouting out them to let him go.

Apparently his parents had bailed. Or died, or something like that. Without the cash money, there was no need for the mercenaries to stick around. They'd find better clients to deal with than him, and ones that could pay. They'd said something about just dropping him off in the middle of the road, but the most humane of the bunch objected to that and suggested taking him to some kind of shelter. Besides, they could find clients there. He was no longer relevant, so they all agreed.

After that, Andre was bounced around through dwindling groups like he was in a human pingball machine. No one kept him for long, and if he was brought back into a group, it was because he'd gotten his hands on something they wanted. He was being used, and he didn't really care. He was the center of attention whenever he found anything useful, so tried to keep it that way.

Andre did plenty of very idiotic things if it meant that he would have something that people needed. If he kept what was needed in constant supply, they worshiped him like a god. Well, they thanked him and kindly went on their way to gossip about just how...much of a little shit he was.

Well, all of that stupidity caught up with him.

"This joke totally sucks balls; quit it."
"Who said anything about this being a joke?"

The fangs in her mouth were totally those fake plastic ones that came as a dollar in the corner stores. They couldn't be real. Vampires didn't exist. None of those creatures existed. They contradicted science, and then that would make science in the years he was at school totally useless. Balls.

They held him down while she got to him. He'd only meant to be out here for two hours at most, and be back before the sun rose. He couldn't see in the dark, duh, but he'd couldn't' stuck out here with a wrong turn. Now this chick was threatening to turn him. Turn him into what?

Her goons chuckled as he continued to struggled, all while whining about it. If it were possible to be any more annoying in the face of danger, Andre probably would have found it already. She just kept coming closer, and then he saw that they weren't fake. They actual parts of her mouth. She was actually going to bite him. That was the point where he started pissing himself, because who wouldn't. It managed to delay her from enjoying the buffet his cocked head provided, but not for long.

Painful doesn't even begin to describe what the fuck was going at that moment. He was in a whole world of pain, like a buck and some change of it.

Andre was screwed, plain and simple. He'd been turned by a creature he hadn't thought really existed until that day. His sire, as he came to find out the term was called, only kept him around because she thought he was hilariously dense. While he was hurt by this, he didn't dwell on it for long. He had an elevated place of power in the renegade coven of Vampires, and he was damn well going to milk it.

He did pretty much whatever he wanted, ate what he wanted, hunted when he wanted to. He, once again, couldn't be told nothing. No one tried to tell him either, all too entertained with how slowly he was getting into the swing of things, and how he something cringed at the thought of eating.

‟ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ, ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs! „

But, that was before, way before. Three years to be exact. People feared him now, and he was pretty much an apex predator. He was used to this life, and people could run for all they could, but they weren't going to get away from him. No one could get away from him.

⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣

If anyone knew any better, they would probably noticed how shit he really was at this whole Vampire business.

✖ ▌▸ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ, sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ғᴏᴄᴜs
✔ ▌▸ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, sᴘᴇᴇᴅ, ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ sᴇɴsᴇs
⇥ ᴅᴜғғʟᴇ ʙᴀɢ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs

█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s

✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Missing ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 42 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤
↪ Eʀɪᴄ Lᴇɢᴀᴛᴜs

✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Missing ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 43 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤
↪ Lᴀɴᴀ Lᴇɢᴀᴛᴜs

✘ ▌ Sɪʀᴇ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 165 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Pɪᴄᴀssᴏ

✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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