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~Rory~

My muscles begged for a breather, and my lungs pleaded for rest, but as they say, there was no rest for the wicked. If we take a moment to breathe, we’d be dead in a beat. In the afterlife, we could have the rest we needed. But we won’t go down that easily.

The stench of blood wafts in the air.

Elijah was yet to recover from his injuries, but he didn’t slow down. We fought harder than our enemies because we had a lot at stake. They were merely following orders while we were fighting for our survival.

Five vampires down, five more to go. They pushed us back into the corner with nowhere to run. In the middle of the chaos, Loren took a blow on her shoulder. She’s now leaning on the wall for support. Elijah's and I’s clothes were drenched

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