The night covered the world by its jacket of haziness. Discreetly I fly in the night of full moon. The screech of owls is heard. I am a Vampire. I am on the chase. I am thirsty for blood. The window of the lonely cabin near waterway is opened. There vagrant young lady is living. I flew through the window in her room in hope to taste the blood. But I could do nothing. My eyes
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