   The war started four years ago, and it has been bloody. Purist Vampires following a manically twisted Indvidual. They call themselves The Order of Blood, those are His followers. They have been wanting to subjugate all humans and raise them like cattle. While also wiping out any vampire who is not of their pure bloodline status.  
   I have been out their fighting for those humans and myself, along with others who do not buy into what the Order thinks is a perfect society. I have what is considered an ancient gift among our kind and have been used in almost every major battle since the beginning of the war. It didn't matter to those in charge that my greatest gift was intelligence. All that mattered was that I could slaughter, and did I. 
   For this reason, I became target number one for the enemy. They tried to kill me, but it turned out impossible for them. So, their next plan was to capture. To take me to their strongest fighter, someone commonly known as the Stone Man, and have him hold me and see if he could make me into a weapon for the Order. To turn me against the people I have been fighting beside for years and kill them. 


Bloodlines and Shadows 

26. Obsession 

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We had left room, and I felt weird as I trapsed through the halls in Theodore’s shirt. It was way too long on me and had large slits in the back for where his wings went. Did all his clothes have to be tailored for him? There it was again, the wonder where everything went. Theodore was next to me. H...

15. Not Myself