"We were childhood sweethearts ..." he whispered seeing his white, porcelain-like face and gougers long, black hair
"But he wouldn't allow me to be with him..."
"who?"
"my angel of music..."
"We were childhood sweethearts ..." he whispered seeing his white, porcelain-like face and gougers long, black hair
"But he wouldn't allow me to be with him..."
"who?"
"my angel of music..."
Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you're finally able to make ends meet. But they...