Warnings: rape, knife, blood drinking, violence, vampire sex

[Lynn]

Warnings: rape, knife, blood drinking, violence, vampire sex, character death Summary: Unsuspecting virgin, Marianne, is captured by three Vampires and taken to their lair for a night of bloody horrors. Note: These Vampires are Evil. They don't sparkle in the sun. They rape, torture, and kill.

Lair of the Vampires

Derry, Maine home of families. Years beforehand it had been deemed one of the most pleasant place in the United States, a place for growing businesses and those seeking somewhere other than large scale city life to raise their children. No orphanages were run in the town for it wasn’t necessary. Wasn’t needed. Parents took care of their children, raised them, loved them and adored who they would become. No discrimination, no hate crimes, loud music would blare from teenagers cars and the old folks would simply say, “That’s kids for ya.”

Peaceful lives didn’t run rampant in many places, and of course since you are reading this you should know already that this place was not as wonderful as it seemed. Darkness may prevail at times, yet it is amazing how others completely remove it from their minds if it is needed. Like all small towns secrets prevailed over outright lies, and half-truths were the king of the world. Adults saw nothing wrong with this, tucking their children into sleep at night, wishing them good dreams.

Here was the town that is written about in Grimm’s fairy tales, a community of people trying to live out their remaining years with enjoyment just constantly saying it could be worse.

Marianne was always punctual when attempting to get home from late study, her parents having told her not to stay out late at night. In fact, the one thing nobody ever did was stay out late. Curfew kept them inside, and a curfew is exactly what was needed in order to keep as many in the town safe.

The curfew had been enacted in 1978 after the “slaughter of indignity”, a tale that history books kindly omit. Late one night, despite warnings of parents and whole families a group of friends had decided to go camping in the woods, defying tales of something that preyed on the weak at night. They never saw it; never heard howls in the wind or screams echoing across the moonlit night.

Sitting around the campfire, telling ghost stories nobody would be able to tell these children that there was something out there far worst than anything they could have imagined properly. As such it was that, as the tale goes, a stranger came up to the campfire and sat down with the teens as they were toasting marshmallows and drinking their beer.

All eyes looked upon the ragged stranger. His appearance was not one of utter disgust, but you felt as looking upon him were something better not to be done. Boys being boys, the guys inflated their chest trying to convince the stranger to not do anything wrong. These were their women, he couldn’t have them, if he tried anything they would beat him down.

The stranger smiled a wicked grin able to freeze hearts of the bravest, yet in the darkness and by only the light of the fire the grin seemed more maniacal than evil. Conversation began again, slowly, the stranger never leaving the fire, eyes darting between each of them, resting more prominently on the girls of the group.

In a brief moment their laughter was followed by screams. Mere seconds elapsed as the stranger removed the two boys heads swiftly, cleanly right off their bodies. Girls screamed and got to their feet attempting to flee to no avail. The stranger blocked them both no matter where they went, slamming them to the ground with great speed and precision.

In the morning the parents had called the police and a search had gotten underway. It didn’t take long for the bodies to be found. Two boys with their heads missing, then shortly found between the legs of two girls, one still alive. Shock had settled in quickly and only vague pieces of what had happened could ever be heard from the living girl. Quickly she had been put into the asylum, which there were many patients, had over thirty years afterwards up until her death only vague fragments could be deciphered.

It was in this town that newspapers had called the best place in America where events like this took place. Curfew was strictly enforced, and the jail-house quickly turned into a quasi-motel filled with drunks and teens attempting to break curfew. Everything was taken seriously, everything.

Yet, during the day the town was peaceful, calm and serene. Happiness filled the hearts of people living there for they knew something was wrong in the night and enjoyed their lives as much as they could. As such, it was beyond Marianne why she had to hurry home after her bible study despite having read of the slaughter. Things like that never actually happened, yet she would always hurry home after her Wednesday night meetings to greet her parents lovingly by the door.

Despite actually owning a car (her parents had bought it for her when she turned fifteen), she had constantly failed her test and continued to have to walk home. Most of the kids in town owned cars, and not surprisingly the driving qualifications were lower than in many other towns across the nation. Curfew and all that. Still, she had not passed, not because she was dumb but more that she always thought they were trick questions and refused to believe that something as simple as that was actually the answer.

So, she walked home. Daydreaming of her bedroom, her computer where she posted to a blog, and of a mystical world where everything was different. Fear was no prevalent in the world and hunger had been eradicated. Her mind would wander all over the world in attempts to change everything with nothing more than a kind thought.

This is not how the world works, but it was a nice theory for her to believe in.

Thoughts like this is what kept her from noticing the setting sun until it was vastly too late. Streetlights illuminated all around her and the inclination that something was wrong finally dawned on her. She was late, very, VERY late in getting home. Thankfully she had decided against wearing something impractical and had on running shoes.

Sprinting towards her home thoughts kept creeping in, “What the hell are you running for. None of it’s real, it’s all an illusion that parents dreamed up in order to keep children in line.”

Her pace slowed, significantly, and for the first time in her life Marianne began to enjoy the night air and calming chill it brought to her skin. She looked up at the blossoming night sky and found it wonderful to behold. The moon so perfectly illuminating everything and stars above sparkling, winking at her. Intense, it was all so very intense for her having never even gone into her backyard to look up at it.

She felt at peace.

Three sets of eyes watched her from a good distance. The one with the leather coat and chains smiled, white pearls of teeth set together between two large fangs sparkled as one with stars above.

“Interesting,” he spoke to his brothers, “not just anyone, but a young one.”

Heavyset with muscle the large one spoke up, “Thank the maker, I have gotten rather tired of drunks too thin of blood for a good meal.”

“And a pretty woman at that,” said the short one, “more fun is to be had with this one than any of the others.”

The one in the leather coat spoke up, “Yes, indeed. Haven’t seen one this young in several years now.”

“Can you smell her? She’s vestal, how delightful.” The large one spoke with a bit of a squeal in his voice.

Shorty looked at his brother, “Be calm, we shall have some fun tonight from this one. We must be quick, though.”

“Yes, perhaps the safe haven down the street.” The leather one said.

“Good call brother. Shall we grab her now.” Shorty said.

“Yes, we shall.” The leather one smiled his broad grin once more.

Marianne was just appalled at the fact she had never truly enjoyed the night before now. What was all the fuss, nothing was out there, nothing at all. It was all myths and superstitions that drove the children inside. From now on she refused to be controlled by her parents selfish whims.

Arms were around her within no time at all, encasing her. She looked about and saw three men standing around her, a very large one holding tightly to her. She tried to rustle free but could not escape his grasp.

The large one smiled, “She’s getting feisty, oh boy this is going to be fun.”

The one in the leather coat spoke up, “Let us hurry, don’t need our night being ruined by police and their damnable curses.”

Marianne screamed as loud as she could and all it did was elicit laughter from the three of them. Thrown over the shoulder of the large one she saw the ground drifting away as he leapt completely over a building, a home. Flash of memory hit her and she thought, quite erratically, to herself that it must have been Mrs.’ Jonstones home. Ground came rushing back towards her as the giant landed and ran a bit further along before leaping again.

Behind him came his two friends, nowhere as strong as the big man, and taking their time so as not to be caught. Obviously the giant was in much more of a hurry. “This is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a…” she kept repeating over and over again, hoping beyond hope.

Beaming with excitement, rays of the moon bouncing off his massive form, the giant simply said to her, “By the end of it, you’ll wish it was only a dream.”

Marianne’s eyes went wide, her face went pale and the realization came across her that it wasn’t a dream. That this was very real. Everything her parents had said, all those things the school had spouted out, all of it was true. Things went bump in the night and she was being carted away to where they went bump the loudest.

Head swimming with fear, mind racing as to what she should do, her breathing became even more erratic and sweat poured from her skin. Barely noticing that they had entered a building, a home, her eyes darted around for escape. Door shut and locked behind the giant, and a substantial hand gripping her around the waist putting her down on the floor. Feet touched the floor but her balance was so off that she barely had time to register anything at all and fell down on her ass, hard.

Laughing, bellowing out the giant looked down at her with a massive grin on his face. “Oh, we gonna have fun tonight.”

Marianne’s mind reached out for the only thing she could think of to say, “What are you going to do to me?”

Immense belly guffaw filled the barren home again, “Why is it they always ask that one first?” He bent down as far as he could go, still towering far above her, “We’s gonna eat you, rape you and just all around play with you. You our new doll and pain is all you’ll know.”
Grin never fading away as he said it, never disappearing from his face, those teeth burning into her mind. Her thoughts went blank and urine ran down her leg. Her skirt, which wasn’t really short but was nowhere near a dress, had a wet spot growing on it as her bladder let loose.

The giant looked down, smile never fading, sniffing the air, “Ahhh, gotta love the smell of young fright on the wind.” He stood up to his full height, head brushing against the ceiling, and began to unzip his pants, “Brothers are gonna be a little while getting here, not long, but long enough for me to have a little fun.”

Dropping his pants to the floor, stepping out of them, Marianne was face to face with a monster of a cock, literally. Veins extruded from it that went beyond normal, bumps and ridges seemed to have been carved into it and metal bolts had been pierced all over it. Eyes widened as she took it in, the tip of it mere inches from her face. The size of it alone would have frightened the most dedicated of hookers, and here she was alone with it, a virgin.

Screaming echoed from her mouth louder than ever before and into the bellowing mouth plunged the massive thing. Giant hand holding onto her whole head as nothing more than the tip of it widened her mouth as much as it could. Shock washed over Marianne, her jaw splitting with the pain of having an apple just shoved into her mouth, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to think of anything.

A stream of liquid erupted from the apple in her mouth, shooting straight back into her throat. Copper taste filled her mouth and the smell of pennies assaulted her nostrils. Blood, it was blood shooting into her. Quickly she bucked her head away, but nowhere near enough to actually break free of the monsters hold. His free hand held her mouth closed around the thing and her cheeks felt ready to explode out.

“Swallow it bitch!”

With that one statement she did as she was told. There was no mystical force around his words, no magic around what he said, just raw aggression and evil. She did it to stop the ever-growing pain in her mouth, did it to stop the pressure on her cheeks, did it because in her mind the devil had just asked her to do it. Consuming every last drop of the vile blood pouring into her, bile constantly attempting to creep up her throat, stench of it within her nose.

Fear is a lackluster word for what she was experiencing at that moment.

Then it stopped and the apple was removed from her mouth. Gasps of air rushed in and the vile secretion was attempting to join her bile moving on up through her esophagus.

It bent back down and looked her in the eye, “You spew and I will split you in half.” Calm, the dead calm of night. She swallowed the putrid liquid back down into her stomach.

“Good girl.” The giant stood back up, his cock still hard as a rock, and he began to walk around her, inspecting her even more closely.

Marianne was having a hard time trying to stay anywhere near aware of her environment. Looking around the home she saw nothing about except for what looked like a wall covered in various whips, chains and god only new what else. Praying to god in her head, hoping for salvation that didn’t seem to be coming. What else could she do, beyond trying to keep her stomach from gurgling back up.

Fingers crept under the back of her skirt and lifted it up; her head swiveled around and saw the colossus peering underneath it at her ass. Granny panties, that’s what the girls at school called them. Nothing more than everyday white underwear for women. She never wore stockings, and kind of wished she had for what little extra protection it would have given her. Monster fingers crept over her ass, and as much as she wanted to bat them away fear kept her from doing so. The touch was surprisingly light, trailing across her underwear until they were at the top, and then slipping underneath.

Ears registered the rip in her mind, but she refused to believe it. That sound would mean that she would be completely exposed to the monster behind her. Hoping it wasn’t true didn’t change the fact that her underwear was no longer covering her and was now lying on the floor far away from her. Cold swept underneath her and exposure to the thing behind her finally cemented into her mind.

“Is this hell?” she spoke between the light sobs she had renewed.

Fingers dropped away from the skirt and something very warm, very large started rubbing against the crack of her ass. Instantly she knew what it was, instantly she knew that the cock of that beast was sliding between her ass cheeks. It never tried to go into her; it just slid through the crack of her ass, rubbing against her pussy, her asshole, but never entering.

“No. Close enough though.” The beast said to her, one of his hands dropped across her back, holding her in position.

“I do hope you are not fucking her.” The voice from the door was the man in the leather jacket and Marianne could see that right behind him was the short one.

“Nope. I know the drill, just having a little fun before you got here.” He didn’t stop rubbing his cock against her.

“Good, me and Tiny here aren’t exactly endowed as well as you are.” The man in the leather jacket spoke as he shut the door.

Tiny looked at the girls face, makeup running from tears, “Boss, there’s blood on her lip. Smells like his.” And he pointed at the giant.

“Goliath,” leather coat said, “Did you do what I think you did?”

Goliath smiled his broad grin, “Yes, and she kept it down just like the good doll she is.”

Leather coat saw the puddle on the floor. He looked at her, smiling what could almost be a suave, considerate grin if it weren’t for those teeth. “Did you do that?” he said to Marianne, pointing down at the puddle.

She didn’t speak, shock had overcome all of her and it was hard for her to comprehend anything going on. Enough of what he said sifted through that she could at the very least shake her head yes. The feeling of his hand crept over her hair, his fingers gliding through strands of it and a small kiss was placed on her forehead.

Her mind came a bit back.

“Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything.” She spoke in such a timid voice, quiet and frightened.

Leather jacket guy came up to her, closer, and held her head to his chest as lovingly as he could manage. He smiled at Goliath, who still hadn’t stopped rubbing himself against her, “It’s all right, everything’s going to be all right. I’m here; I’ll protect you from him. He can be such a beast when he gets anxious.”

He moved her head away from his chest and peered into her eyes, looking deeply and rather convincingly caringly into them, “I’ll make him stop, then we’ll take you home.”

She fell for it, hope being the dangerous thing it is, “Really,” one of her hands wiping away snot from her nose, “You mean that?”

He waved off Goliath, who immediately stopped what he was doing and backed away. It had been so long since they had had such fresh of meat that he had no problem letting Gabriel do his thing. Gabriel was good, he had always been told he could talk death out of taking his life and that was the real way he had turned.

Smiling, large enough to seem genuine but not too large to expose his fangs, he spoke to her in a nice, kind tone of voice, “Yes, I mean that. But…”

Marianne’s ever-growing smile started to drift away, to fade away, “but what?”

The two brothers, hidden behind Marianne so she couldn’t see them, were on the verge of breaking down in laughter. They held it in, but it was getting harder and harder by the minute. Gabriel glanced quickly at them, essentially signaling them to keep calm, and looked deeply into her eyes, “I’m not an entirely good person, as you can tell. But, you are far too young for us to hurt. I’ll keep my brothers away, but you have to do something for me. In exchange for your safe return home.”

Marianne was at the end of her rope, the man in front of her having barely brought her back out of a state of shock, and was willing to believe anything he said, the vain hope of leaving forcing her to not doubt him. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think you’re really willing to do it. I mean, if you did I would take you home myself, but I doubt you will. Might as well let my brothers have at you.” He waved at them.

Marianne immediately grabbed at his arm, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice having been regained very quickly as she shouted, “NO! No, I’ll do it. Whatever it is, I’ll do it, I swear to you!”

“All right then. Unzip my pants and suck my cock.” The statement was made so matter of factly, so demandingly that it took Marianne away a bit. “You swore. If you won’t do it there’s nothing I can do.”

She looked down at the floor, at the wet spot below here where her bladder had let loose. Giving up she said, never raising her eyes, “All right. If that’s what it takes for me to go home, then I’ll do it.”

Gabriel sat down in front of her, his legs spread, and she slowly crawled to his crotch. Her hand moved up his leg to the zipper of his leather pants. Delicate fingers held onto the zipper and pulled it down as slowly as she could, trying to draw out the moment a little longer. Her mind flickered with the image of the cock that had already forced her mouth open and spewed blood into her, but still her hope kept her going.

She didn’t even need to reach in; Gabriel’s dick was fully erect and almost jumped out of his pants. She was only slightly relieved to see that it wasn’t the massive thing the giant had had, but it still wasn’t small. She guessed, almost to try and distract herself for just a fraction of a moment, that it was eight inches in length, and a bit larger than normal in width.

Looking at it she tried to summon up the courage to do what he wanted, tried to summon up the willpower to do it. Other than Goliaths, she had had only one cock ever in her mouth before. That of her bible study partner Billy. They had fooled around a bit after study was over and she had not-quite innocently enough found herself on her knees in front of him in the women’s bathroom. The cock that was now in front of her was larger than that one, but not by much.

“You better hurry up, or I may just let them have at you.”

She looked at him with wild eyes, looked back over her shoulder at the two things behind her, now seeing that Tiny had no pants on anymore and his cock wasn’t as tiny as he was. Fear and hope drove her and with that she plunged her head down onto his cock, with so much force that it actually went too far down her throat and began gagging her before she pulled her head back.

Gabriel was smiling his demonic smile, brushing his hand through her hair as she started sucking at his dick. Her lips sliding along its shaft, red lipsticks being pressed against the warm flesh there. Normally, it wouldn’t be warm but they had finished up a homeless person (scraps) prior to leaving for the evening. Breath on his dick excited him a bit causing his cock to engorge with stolen blood even more.

Behind Marianne, Goliath and Tiny were masturbating to the sight of it. They knew he would never let her leave, but Gabriel so loved to tease and torment them. Gabriel was incredibly fond of driving them insane before they ate them. Gabriel silently bid them forward, closer to her so he could do exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. Just had to give her mouth some more time.

Talented is what she was, almost innately. Her tongue swiveled against his dick as her head moved up and down the shaft, powerful lips sucked against it as if it were the most wonderful lollipop in the world. It wasn’t, in fact the taste was atrocious, but she was going to be able to go home after this. She wanted to do it right so that he would take her home, take her away from them and never come near her again. Voices in her head screamed at her, as her head bobbed even farther down taking more of it in, that there was no hope and he was just fucking with her. Noises in her head told her to bite down hard, take a piece of him with you, take his fucking pride away.

Hope held, and with it she sped up her sucking, wanting it to be over with and go home. Her head was almost violently moving itself against his cock, fucking it with her face. Suckling harder with each movement until she felt a surge go through the base and his cum explode into her mouth. Explosions accompanied it, one from behind as Tiny shoved his dick hard into her asshole and another one as Goliath jerked his wad over the back of her head.

Gabriel held her head in placed and shoved his dick far in, cuming into her belly as Tiny pounded away at her virgin asshole. Tears immediately came back, her head hurt from what seemed like a kick from a mule, her hair was covered and sticky and the final realization that hope had been pointless and all that had happened is she had been sucking the dick of this man so she could be humiliated even more.

Immediately after the last drop of his cum had filled her throat Gabriel took his dick out of her mouth, knowing full well that if she were to bite it would have been then. He had it bit off years before, and although it grew back, it wasn’t a very pleasant experience. Goliath reached his hand down over her head, collecting mass amounts of his cum and smothered it all over her face.

She was screaming again, swearing at them between sobs, “YOU SON OF A BITCH!! You Swore!! You Bastard son of Satan!!”

Tiny started laughing and pounding harder into her, blood and his precum lubricating it enough for him to fuck her harder. Goliath guffawed his immense belly laugh, egging Tiny on to go harder, to fuck her tight asshole even harder. Gabriel, smile and song on his face, simply bent down, looked her in the eye and pushed her face down and back into the puddle she had made earlier.

“I changed my fucking mind! You’re a bad dog and need to be punished! Bad fucking dog,” he started smacking her ass in time with Tiny’s thrusts, his own ass and genitals resting on the back of her head. Bumping his naked rear against her hair pushing her head down into the puddle with brief moments of breath, “Do. Not. Piss. On. The. Floor!”

Piss crept into her nose, down her throat as she attempted to breathe, fire burned in her asshole as Tiny (who wasn’t very tiny) tore through her. Tears wouldn’t stop, she seemed to be filled with them and none of it ever would go away. Her ass kept banging into Tiny’s hips as he plunged his cock in, Goliath kept cheering him on, bruising it with each harder thrust. Help me, was all she thought and started to drift away. Stars entered her vision, blackness creeping up over her vision replacing the puddle of urine in front of her. She woke completely back into reality with a jolt when Tiny came deep inside her nether regions. She felt the warm sticky fluid fill her up, felt disgusted and diseased by it and hoped that they just killed her.

Darkness crept back to her as she felt claws ripping against her back. She welcomed the black as a reprieve from the pain. Dreaming of happy days in the sun, of being in the sprinklers as a little girl and the laughter from her father and mother. She dreamed of better times, of happier times, of what basically consisted of all her life prior to now.

She felt cold, so very cold and awoke by the shock of something being splashed onto her. Her eyes took a while to adjust and finally when they did she wished they hadn’t. She was hanging from the ceiling, tied up to the rafters, completely naked. Below her (just barely) were the three brothers all looking at her with wide grins. Well, Goliath was nowhere near below her, he was actually a bit higher up than her eye level.

“Hope you enjoyed your nap.” Gabriel spoke to her as he pulled out a knife from his back pocket.

It was a thin, long edge dagger which caused her body to quake further in fear. There is supposedly a point that people cross when things get to be too much for them, when their systems start shutting down and they go into shock for as long as is needed. Problem was that Gabriel was good at keeping that state far away for as long as possible. Her fear seemingly would never end.

Gabriel walked underneath her slowly trailing the knife down her stomach, sending shivers up her already cold body. Knife moving it’s way down to her crotch and then finally, slowly and with great care up into her pussy. She felt it tear her inside, she howled out in pain as it punctured her hymen and slicing the delicate flesh. Blood dripped down from within and Gabriel lapped it up.

“Mmmmm, it’s been a very long time since I’ve that taste in my mouth.” Gabriel walked away and let Tiny get underneath her.

Tiny wasn’t tall enough to be able to lick it out of her, but the blood was pouring so well that he just stood there, mouth wide open as it drained into him. His tongue darted out constantly tasting it, spreading it over his lips, savoring what would be the greatest of delicacies to their kind.

Tiny, politely got out of the way and let Goliath get in. Goliath grabbed her legs and hoisted her up over his head digging his face into her crotch. Yelping she could feel his massive tongue worm inside of her, digging into her wounded cunt. Pain raged through her genitals and didn’t seem to end.

A crack came across her belly and she screamed out as the whip drew fresh blood from her bare chest. She looked to see Gabriel with a very menacing whip in hand, getting ready to spring it on her again. Stinging surges of pain rampaged through her torso as another crack went across her chest.

The surges of pain completely removed her from what was going on with her crotch until it was too late. Having lapped up all the blood he could find Goliath was allowed to plunge into her cunt. A crack of the whip, pain flowing over her torso, blood collecting and pooling on her and a giant cock getting ready to slam into her. It was all too much, she was on the verge of full collapse.

Torn apart, that’s what it felt like when Goliath sunk as much of his cock into her as he could. She could feel the barbed tips of piercings further rip up the inside of her pussy, skin tearing apart from within. Her scream was the last she ever made, it was the last she could do. From a far distant body she could feel the whip striking her again, could feel her pussy split apart and her insides torn to shreds.

Warm flesh grinded her labia, stretching it out too far causing the fine skin there to pull apart. Blood gushed across the swollen length of cock as Goliath plunged as deeply as possible into her virgin cunt. Spreading it wide he felt the warmth of her life surrounding his member as he attempted to impale her upon his rocket.

Marianne swung forward hard as Goliath's jizz shot hard into her, launching her away from his cock. Semen splashing against her ass drenching it with the milky substance mixing into blood dried to her skin. Goliath had a hold of her ankles to hold her enough in place to degrade her with his undead seed. All three laughed at the sport they were having, Gabriel not noticing the distant glazed look overcoming Marianne's eyes during his own personal amusement at her soaking.

Marianne went away, far away, and never returned.

“Wait, dammit!! She's in shock.” Gabriel was getting pissed at his lack of foresight. His excitement had been too much with such a beautiful girl. “Damnable.”

Tiny was stroking his cock, “Still, we shouldn't let her go to waste. Goliath, go ahead and bring her down. Lets fill her up like a stuck pig.”

Hours of ravaging occurred, with each one taking their turn at each of her three holes. With each one an injection of cum filled her, basting her. Gabriel more and more disappointed that he hadn’t been able to keep her conscious long enough to truly hurt her. Yet, their fun had been wonderful. Tiny had favored her limp mouth, stopping her natural breathing every so often, holding his cock in place deep down her esophagus. Each one drank their fill of the red juices issuing from the pussy hole, filling their bellies with it.

Finally she died of blood, somewhere within holding onto the last bits of life. Even after her death there was still enough warmth there for Goliath to fuck her asshole, finishing the job of killing her. That beautiful young ass split up the middle from his thrust, blossoming stale blood and muscle.

They left the body in the center of the room, deciding to sleep off their dinner Breakfast was all the body was anymore. Hope sprang to their minds that somebody naive would be walking the streets the upcoming night again, although they doubted it. Fun was fun, but always too fleeting.

[Lynn]

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