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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

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Cold and Warmth

"Who would dare rent a gown on the same day of the ball?" Evelina said, refusing to go inside the fashion house that had all ladies in a queue.

"Well, us… and procrastinators."

"In our defense, we only got their confirmation and invitation when we were still at the theatre."

It had not been long since they had taken their respective bows and earned claps from their audience, marking their second day finished. But ever since then, Freeda and Sybil's mind had been flying to how they were going to get their gowns for the ball, and Evelina was there to accompany them to make their rents.

And yet all there was was a long line?

Is it not already night?

"You are her niece, surely you have the key to the backdoor lying in your pockets. I am not in the mood of squeezing myself in a sea of people that I do not know."