PROLOGUE:
Take it from me; lying on the ceiling of a falling levitating train being choked by a vampire you thought could be the missing piece of your unwoven mat of love is not as fancy as it sounds. I guess every beginner has luck, and mine of finding a proper suitor was as bad as my cooking.
At a point like this I can't help but wonder what had gotten over me to trade a three layered jelly stick for a seat next to him.
Despite warning him one-too many times that my blood tasted like rotten rat poison, he still had the guts to lean his fangs closer.
Important to note though; his teeth were not as stretchy as those of trolls, there was a taste of lavender and a faint ordure of rosemary.
Cut the crap, I am about to die on my favorite day of the year.
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