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 4B
“The Quileutes… we have legends…” By the time the sky darkened properly over First Beach, the bonfire finally roared to life as everyone gathered around the pit as it cast its flickering orange lights across all their faces to match the setting sun. Jacob Black, despite being the youngest of everyone here, took center stage. …
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No Life Kid 4
One hand came up to adjust his glasses as the heavy door swung shut behind him, the sound a solid thunk that resounded loud in the misty quiet. The space from the front door of the Weatherell to the driveway was cleared in a single too-long step, skate shoes kissing the gravel as Zander Cray…
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No-Life Kid III
“Rasta maaaan, how’s it going?” It was a good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because Zander’s eye roll would’ve been visible from orbit. “S’all good, Kenny.” He tossed a wave over his shoulder as the senior in the letterman jacket yelled something across the hallway that Zander didn’t bother even paying attention to, not even…
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No-Life Kid II
Dawn in the Pacific Northwest meant proper gray, the sort that settled into a man’s bones and reminded him why the Empire had bothered conquering sunnier places. Three months of this particular routine, and Walter B. Dunham had developed what might charitably be called an appreciation for the Weatherell House, as distant as it was…
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No Life Kid I
The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchron The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchronization. The volume bled through the storefront window, each word arriving in staggered waves. “…fourth victim discovered on…