I was moving in with my Aunt Kate and Uncle Stan for the summer, or at least until my mother got out of the hospital. That year I had turned thirteen years-old and my mother was expected to have a bay girl, Marie. My name is Ana Lisa and i was thirteen, in the year 1893. I am a vampire and this is my story.
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