Perhaps vampires were myths from long ago. Perhaps they were not and their stories untold. Lily was not a Capulet, she was soon to be Montague. Love at first sight, the most naive love she had, for a cousin of Romeo whom lived not in Verona for quite some time. But her mind had been changed as her heart fluttered down a different path. Her sun-filled eyes gazed upon her lost love's enemy. Perhaps her love would become true? Will she wed the Capulet, or the Montague? But deathly pale flowers bloom in her heart, for her lovers body was human, as hers was not.
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