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What is it that gives vampires nightmares? Wooden stakes? Fire perhaps? Or maybe, a painful reunion with their human sense of morality…

People are afraid to venture outside of their homes at night, for fear of falling prey to the undead creatures that rule the dark. Vampires lure the foolish out of their homes and grow strong off their victims’ blood. That is of course, excluding Kestrel.

The tables are turned when the year old vampire, Kestrel, once known as Katelyn Frye, is captured by her human prey. Kept in a secure facility, the normal experiments testing the regenerative abilities of a vampire and the limits of their supernateral strength are set aside. Instead, equally torturous tests are run to discern exactly how much humanity is left in the undead girl…

What happens when Jazzmines dad calls again and just after they had been to the hospital and for the next entry how does Jazzmines dad think about all this and how does he feel about his only daughter hating him

Mum is still in hospital but how well is she this is when the truth is around and how will Jazzmine react to seeing her mum.

My Dad he phoned me he phoned me yes I’m so glad or am I read to find out

repeat please read from diary entry one it should go on thanks or from the other Dairy entry two

The three men stood outside the decrepit house, all swabbed in a flowing black robes, their faces masked in shadow, the robes obscuring all detail. Snow lazily drifting past them, blanketing them and the footpath at their feet, the white making the men stand out in their black robes. Two of them were quite short, and shivered uncontrollably, while the third stood tall and strong. The snow melted as it settled on him, then turning to steam. Of the three, he was the only one that wasn’t shivering. They said nothing, only watched the bare door in front of them. It looked as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch, but all three men knew that it could withstand any attack that they threw at it, and some. The door was opened …

as the bladt its mark

and wept deep crismon tears

the world came crashing down,

taking everything with her,

a whole life-

and the surounding ones.

as the cold blade fell

and the weeping,

became more than just a weep,

the remains on her life were shed.

crumpled into the crimson puddle

that lies on the ground,

staining her favourite white dress-

but, as the tears began to slow,

the warmth of her body

began to cool.

Why did this happen to me Jazzmine Hannah writes Why Me Why Me WHY WHY WHY !!!!!!

I usually don’t write poems but I thought I’d give it a go. Let me know what you think and enjoy!