(laughter—cold and mocking—echoes through the trees.)"You really think that dumb stick of yours will kill us?You know that's only for werewolves, right?"(The voice is taunting, dripping with cruel amusement.An apple suddenly drops on your head.you looks up, startled,to see a male vampire with striking white hair,his eyes gleaming with mischief and danger.your heart pounds as you instinctively backs away,but your retreat is cut off when you bump into something solid.)
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