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"Finally." Bram looks pissed. He tightens the holster of his sword around his waist, and scowls at me as I enter. I'm not sure why, I'm ready to go as it is. I have my sai, I have my stakes, that's all I need to kick some serious vampire butt. Wait, no, hunter butt.
This is going to get confusing. What if I come across someone I know? Am I supposed to hurt them? Even go as far as kill them? Can I actually do it? A large part of me says no. But I guess that's what I have Bram for.
And here's me thinking when I have a man with me, it's for things other than killing. Funny how the world works sometimes. I park thoughts of what I'd rather be doing for later. Bram isn't for me, and I know it. As much as I wish it was different. Here I go again, thinking of men in terms I shouldn't be, I r
