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walking at night
A Chapter by
nightshade
Annabelle Lee Annabelle Lee walked carefully through the puddles avoiding getting her delicate paws wet. She walked head held high with one ..
the ceremony
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter two Annabelle looked at her vampire and he looked back. They did not speak, it was customary not to speak after being bonded. He pul..
almost dying
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter3 The sorcerer started chanting in a strange language and the room went black. The hand that was tied to his squeezed. The vampire cou..
going home
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter 4 “How did you get my car?” the vampire asked and gestured to the dark green Gallardo parked on the curb. “We ..
bedtime
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter 5 As he stood there he thought about the way his life was going to be different from now on. He would become a different person being ..
dreams
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter 6 Dimitri laid by a roaring waterfall. He knew that this place was one of Annabelle’s memories but for the moment Annabelle a..
the first morning
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nightshade
Chapter 7 Dimitri woke in his own bed his blankets and sheets seemed to have gravitated to the other side of the bed. Annabelle had all the bl..
breakfast
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nightshade
Chapter 8 It was 8:00 in the morning and someone was knocking on their door. The two looked at each other before cracking up with grins ..
what's in the box
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter 9 Annabelle looked back at her vampire “I think.” She paused for effect. “I want to see what is in the box.”..
their walk
A Chapter by
nightshade
Chapter 10 Being with Annabelle felt so natural to Dimitri. He hated that he had lived so long without her. As they walked he noticed tiny ..
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