Zander Cray wasn’t a fan of dying.
You wouldn’t be either after doing it twice.
Although, the second time, he didn’t expect to get back up as a very familiar kind of blood-drinking monster. Now, he gets to show these sociopathic sparklers what a real fucking vampire looks like.
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No Life Kid 2-5
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No Life Kid 2-4
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No Life Kid 2-3
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No Life Kid 2-2
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No Life Kid 2-1
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No Life Kid 21
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No Life Kid 20
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No Life Kid 19
The word “fast” was vague. There was a good reason for that, of course. All subjective things had excellent reasons to be vague, because to be subjective means that it was always a matter of perspective. Unfortunately, “vague” met its limits pretty easily, just like the word “fast” as a descriptor. Fast was a sprinter.…
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No Life Kid 18
The doorknob was already half-bent the second he got his hand around it, indents already noticeable in the metal, when the hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. Fingers dug into the leather of his coat, and instinct answered for him. Zander whirled, the motion as violent as his thoughts as the world smeared into…