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"You know, you were so easy to predict," the man chuckled to himself. Dasker stood in an old, dirty room, surrounded by steel bars. His wrists and feet were freshly chained to the cracked, brick walls. A breeze swept around the room, blowing around the age-old dust coating the whole cell. "Of course if your girlfriend was in so much pain that it was killing her, you would take the chance- try turning her into a hybrid." He slowly shook his head. "But the chances of her actually turning are extremely low, so perhaps you just wanted to take her out of her misery?" At his insinuation, Dasker growled, baring his fangs. "Either way, you would surely ingest some of her blood. So, I thought, why not just taint it with poison!" He let out an evil laugh. "A poison for only vampires, of course. I di
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