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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 · ファンタジー
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Suddenly, Evie *Editing*

PLEASE DO NOT PURCHASE CHAPTER WHILE IT'S STILL LABELED AS EDITING, THANK YOU. Author is still in the works of the past chapters. Please bear with her slow brain as she tries and fails to process her story. She promises, though, that she would put the proper content as soon as possible. Thank you!!

He is quite daft. 

Quickening her strides, she made sure that he would not be able to catch up to her. From afar, Evelina heard his reminder of the afternoon's theatre session. She dismissed him, closing the door to her room.

Seeing the familiar wooden corners of her chambers, her exhaustion made itself known to her. 

She seeked the comfort of her bed, pressing herself down on the not-so-soft cushion, the scent of dust, old wood, and newly-laundered blankets filling her senses. Sleep was one thing she had been yearning for the whole week. It was also one thing that she could not get.