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“Mmph!!!” I tryed to yell over my choker, but that guy was walking towards me while his eyes seemed to rake and bore into me as far as his fangs were about to.

Wait…his fangs?

There was no way this was real, no effing way.

I must have passed out or something after that, but I still remembered exactly what happened, but from a third person sort of perspective.

Marl almost got me, but Helena flew at him and dug a handful of suddenly long and razor-sharp fingernails into his face, with her eyes completely drowned out in red and black bat-like wings spread out, dragging him back.

The fight ensued. Helena clawed at Marl while he delivered harshly blunt blows. There was no blood, though, only ashes.

I didn’t see the end of it, but the next thing I knew I was lying in my bed next to a beaten-up-looking Helena.

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