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Monday, March 28, 2005

The Grim Reaper frowned as the vampire vanished within his rolling black fog. He glanced down at the dead girl without a pity in his black heart. The snear on his face was obviously impossible to hide even with the cloak hood over his face.
Laura didn't move at all, she only lied on the ground drained. Even when the Reaper kneeled next to her and stroked her hair gently.
"You know," he said in a voice that would remind one of dry leaves across a sidewalk. "Why he would waste his time on thee is beyond me... though thee is beautiful thee is a burden upon any mans' heart and thine eyes." He said lightly and continued to stroke the dead girls' chestnut locks. "For his own sake, I hope he fails..."

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