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Adair Huxley Is To Blame, Aster. Not You

In Martha's penthouse

A shaken Aster watched as two people dragged away the three dead bodies in front of her.

"What did you do to me?" She whimpered shakily to Martha.

"I gave you a gift." Martha smiled from where she stood.

"A gift which costs the live of others isn't a gift, but a curse." Aster replied, her hands lips trembling.

The images of her sinking her teeth into the necks of those people, how she had drained their blood within minutes greatly haunted her. She wanted to stop. She really wanted to. But the fragrant smell of their blood kept on calling onto her and before she knew it, they became lifeless.

"I don't want your gift. I want to be me. Return me back to normal!" Aster tried to scream, but her voice barely came out audible.

Martha raised her eyes and stared at her for a long time before scoffing. As usual, she had her lips on a glass filled with whiskey.

"If you see anyone who takes alcohol like water, that person is likely to be a vampire." She said out of n
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