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“I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived through a nightmare these past months, and that was no dream at all.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýI was still fighting against the awful truth, not wanting to give in, searching my mind for a logical explanation—but there was none. And the most horrible realization of all was that I had known, somewhere deep inside, ever since the day I first set eyes on Vladec Salei.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýPlague carrier.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýLiving death.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýDrainer of life.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýThe phrasing did not matter. No euphemism could strike fear into the hearts of men the way that single word could.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýVampire.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý And for me, the uninitiated, that single word meant death.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura