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The Final Act

What happens when a vampire joins a coven of witches? Chosen as the vampire to continue their tradition, Evelina journeyed to the capital with a goal of observing her prey, planning her strike. It was her destiny to be there, her destiny to bathe in the most delicious type of blood amongst all. What she did not expect was that she will find more of acting affairs than just bloodlusting because, bat's shriek, she just joined a theatre troupe! And with witches as actors? It was for her plans, she swear! Until it became more to her than just a mere stepping stone. Soon she must decide if her new found relations, the people she began treasuring, held more importance than the honor and respect she must get from her kind. -*- EXCERPT FROM THE THIRD CHAPTER: It wasn't supposed to be like this. She joined them in their laughter, more mockingly than real. "Pardon but have I missed the joke?" The protagonist beside her chuckled, moving closer to whisper. "Darling, we don't accept just anyone. Especially not a minx who thinks that she could get anything with just a twirl of her hair." -*- GOLD TIER WINNER OF WFP #11 DISCORD: Vampi#0843 Instagram: @youarejann Book Cover by: @ryadoze Buy me coffee (?) at: https://ko-fi.com/janquerubin

Saeven07 · Fantasy
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137 Chs

Waiting for Someone, Waiting for Something

He joined Royce behind the newly-furnished counter that morning, anxious and fidgety. The boy observed him, putting down the book he was reading. It didn't matter anyway as it was about Sirens and Snakes: Slithering through Water and Land, in which he was fairly sure that sirens do not slither.

There weren't as many people coming to rent rooms than people leaving for somewhere else, so they could say that the inn was empty and quiet for the whole morning. It was already half past lunch when Royce left, probably annoyed that West kept on tapping on his abandoned book, a rhythm being made and then broken.

It became a cycle.

A tap-tap-tap. A hopeful gaze, before becoming aware of his own state. He would shake his head, trying to think of something other than her. And then, he'd resort to another set of tapping.