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 17
The white lines of the interstate blurred as they raced past, devolving into a single strobing ribbon under the BMW’s wheels. The speedometer remained constantly on the verge of threatening triple digits, the driver too casual for a speed that she wouldn’t survive. One hand rested on the leather-wrapped wheel, the other tapping a beat…
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No Life Kid 16B
Tires crunched over the gravel on the driveway, Zander snapping his blue clamshell shut as he finally came to a stop right in front of his home. The Weatherell House was quiet when he finally entered, a full half-hour away from the Cullen’s little thunderstorm party, pushing the heavy oak door shut behind him. “Walter!”…
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No Life Kid 16A
The clearing was a mess of shattered earth and scorched wood. And gunsmoke, of course. Couldn’t forget the gunsmoke. Vampires didn’t hyperventilate or scream when things went sideways which was what made them panicking even funnier. The sparklers just seemed to compress, getting tighter and twtichier as they almost seemed to vibrate, each one of…
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No Life Kid 15
The wind shifted again through the clearing, blowing harder with the storm, as everyone took in a deeper scent of the specific, dusty musk of nomadic predators. Zander let the bat fall droop a bit further. Muscles coiled tight enough to snap a suspension bridge relaxed by a fraction of an inch as he prepared…
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No Life Kid 14B
“This is your time to pay, this is your judgement day!” Saturday arrived with the sound of thunder, a sledgehammer that growled a rolling bassline vibrating through the sky of Forks. Said sky was a bruised purple, pregnant and ready to burst with clouds holding back a small ocean. “We made a sacrifice and now…
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No Life Kid 14A
School hallways, no matter the state, always smelled the same. Cheap floor cleaner didn’t really have much to change about it. Time or place didn’t do a thing. Whether it was DC in 2015 or Forks in 2005, it was a scent that Zander Cray had inhaled in two different lifetimes, across two separate generations,…
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No Life Kid 13B
“First course is served.” The voice filled the room as Zander’s sniper-wielding butler materialized with said course in both hands, a silver tureen in his hands like it was a holy relic or something. “Roasted butternut squash with crème fraîche.” Walter glided around the table, near frictionless in a pair of polished black Oxfords. Uhh-huh.…
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No Life Kid 13A
Steam hissed from a sauté pan, the kitchen alive with the smell of rosemary, onions and fish as the chef of the house went to work. Blue eyes tracked her from burner to burner, Alexis rushing through the cloud from each pan on the fire. A blonde valkyrie navigating her preferred battlefield, she did it…
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No Life Kid 12
The clock on the far wall tick-tick-ticked its way past eleven PM, the only sound in the living room that wasn’t either his breathing or the shifting of fabric. The Cullen house air was more sterile than it was clean, the lack of sound from bodies enough to make the space feel much more empty…