Whirlwind

'People don't know how lucky they are. There are two existence they are not even aware of and not because it is a secret. Because they refuse to try.' I thought darkly as I searched for the bottom of the glass of the brewhouse's strongest ale. I was sitting on a barstool with my back to the door, because I no longer cared what happened to me. Despite my training in the "Acedemy". The acedemy I thought with as much hatred as I could muster in my wretched state. It is their fault I am failed Dhampir. A Dhampir Is the offspring of a vampire and a human female. This academy was supposed to teach me how to hunt vampires and other supernatural creatures. But they said I was not a Dhampir because I could not sense the vampire in the labryinth.  There are three levels of a vampire that normal people did not know about there are the Gitol which is eyes in the old tongue

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.01.2012

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