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Coroner David Queterson wasn't cutting dead people for autopsies anymore.
He was dead himself.
He opened the black colored coffin. His pale, rotting face glistened in the moonlight; his pale, rotting clawed fingers reached for the woman he wanted to save...but fate had had dictated that they would die...And there was nothing he, (or she), could do anything about it.
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He glided away from the coffin.
He saw the woman from before.
She was deathly pale herself.
"Blood! Give me blood dear", she said.
And he let her rip into his right vein...
...And, as he let her feed, a glowing rush filled her pale face...and body. Then, once she was sated, her rotting mouth was now back to normal...
...Except for the fact that her lover's blood was all over her mouth.
"Lovely", the Vampire Coroner said.
And he watched as she licked the hot blood off with her tongue.
And, after she was finished, he bit into her neck. And, as her flesh ripped, he feeded on her hungrily.
"What's your name?", The Vampire Coroner asked.
"Sandra Charstein", Sandra answered, as she let her lover drink her blood with a frenzy.
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The Lounge of Dead Blood (The Charstein Vampire Saga) Book Ten
HorrorDeclan and new girlfriend FBI Agent Kendall Langin attempt to kill the New York Harbor Port Vampires...but, as they do so, a Vampire hybrid girl named Karolie, 17, helps them get rid of the raving, murderous Undead...(Including the new Vampires who...
