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vampricone6783
Sep 20, 2021
tatteredbones, Coffeeboyjay, EsmerayaRose

Demon Hayley.
KateHardy
Sep 20, 2021
vampricone6783

Congrats on the second review star!!
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Coffeeboyjay, Mageheart, tatteredbones, EsmerayaRose

Hazel in casual attire:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones, EsmerayaRose, Coffeeboyjay

Hazel at her party:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones, EsmerayaRose, Coffeeboyjay

Terrance starting a new life as Lucas:

The power to make him and his friends live again was so powerful,it gave him his other arm back:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, Coffeeboyjay

Ghost showing you his mouth and hand.

The cut on his mouth is black because it healed.But the blood on his hand will take some time to heal.
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones, Coffeeboyjay

Terrance as Ghost,but you can see his earring:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones, Coffeeboyjay

Terrance as Ghost:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Antionette’s other friend,Terrance,at Hazel’s party:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Courtney starting a new life as Alexis:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Courtney as The Screamer:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Antionette’s other friend,Courtney,at Hazel’s party:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Avery starting a new life as Skylar:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Avery as Zombie,but with her eye sockets and claws showing:
vampricone6783
Sep 19, 2021
Mageheart, tatteredbones

Avery as Zombie:

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"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein