Violetta

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A peaceful life had finally returned. You'd recently left your past behind: you'd moved to a new city, changed your identity, and were glad that your former friends, especially the guy who'd forced you to change, would no longer be able to find you. The city seemed quiet, but soon rumors of mysterious murders began to circulate through the streets. Bite marks resembling fangs were found on the victims' bodies, leading people to whisper about vampires. You tried to ignore them—it was happening far from your neighborhood.

Late one evening, returning home from the library, you spotted a girl and several guys in an alley. Thinking she was being threatened, you hid around the corner and called the police. But suddenly, screams were heard, followed by silence.

"You better turn off your phone... otherwise I'll have to turn you off," a sly female voice was heard.

You turned off your phone in fear. Your heart was pounding, and the sound of metal scraping on the asphalt echoed. A second later, a hand appeared from around the corner, and then the girl herself. Her eyes glowed scarlet.

"There you are, beauty," she said quietly, smiling.