

A Hybrid and A ConvertAs a child, her life was always hard. Her mother made her go to every dance school she could. She was always getting sick. Mothers wrath scared the poor child. And her father left them when she was ten years old. Thats when everything became even more painful. She started having these cravings when she would be at school, for her friends. No, for their blood. Whenever she saw them begin to bleed, she would force herself to run away. The poor little girl didnt know what was happening inside her. When her father came to take her for a little vacation, one of her nightmares came true. After he had taken her in his aA Hybrid and A Convert


FFACChapter 1: The Request for a Bloody CloudFFAC
Emei picked up the note that was lying on her welcome mat outside her small house. The writing was small and crude, and there was a single long strand of silver hair on the note. And it smelled like blood. Sighing, she unlocked her front door and entered the cozy living area. These requests were piling up one after another. She couldn't catch a break anywhere. Playing the part of the friend, the lover, the listener, the hit woman, it was exhausting. Especially since you had to become so many different people for a job like this. When was the last time she had just been he
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Killing is wrong. And bad. There should be a new, stronger word for killing, like bad wrong, or badong. Yes, killing is badong. From this moment, I will stand for the opposite of killing gnodab. ~The Chosen One from Kung Pow Enter the Fist
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Colorguard-we SPIN, we do not twirl!!
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