Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Child ❯ Chapter 2

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Author's Note: Hey all! Last chapter!!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

Special thanks to Eric Jacobson, Kat8125, and ssjblackguy for beta-ing. Vegetababe, I hope you get well soon!

Dark Child

"Iy ubriss saann se nibouut Saiyan yoll sagau treeph shallah Vegetasei tambanno." We thought all the remaining Saiyan had perished along with Vegetasei's destruction. Vegeta was standing before a group of older Saiyan, back at the castle, after a night of good sleep. "Sorr loph, yanal tobo iy uytou Vegetasei, iy beeobb pon yallato shallah se Saiyan." You see, even after we left Vegetasei, we kept in contact with the other Saiyan…

"Sorr powlan yole bello sehn, oule Te yole hansoto ippl uu habboll shallah Frieza." You must have known then, that I had been sent to live with Frieza. Vegeta scowled at the memories that surfaced, pushing them back down forcefully.

"Na, iy beeobb vacoul ko yaneope oule zallamph rahm sorr iyno pon yett polatos, puun iy wae vacoul ko sorr tobo sorr tambanne Arlia." Yes, we kept track of everything that happened while you were in his service, but we lost track of you after you destroyed Arlia.

"Reetan, iy yole pah hansoto uuyetenou uu se Haiye." Rahj broke in. Reetan, we have not been very hospitable to the Prince. "Yan powlan han sabbash." He must be hungry.

***

Bulma looked nervously around as she walked through the tiny village. Goku had been kind enough to transport her to where he had sensed Vegeta's energy signature last, but he had promised to be home for dinner, so he couldn't stay long. And she, of course, being the adventurous soul she was, had assured him it would be okay. She'd find Vegeta soon, she had told him, and Vegeta would take her home later.

"Umm…Excuse me…" Bulma wandered over to a rickety stall where an old woman was sitting. "Did you happen to see a strange man around here lately?"

"You would be wise to stay away from such a demon." The old woman hissed. "Or do you ally yourself with the dark forces too?" Bulma whimpered as some of the other villagers began to close in on her, accusing glares on their faces.

***

"Huh? Pa oule…? Pannass…" Huh? Is that…shit… Vegeta swore, jumping up from his seat at the table. Kakarott's energy had appeared, then disappeared, leaving a small, familiar female ki alone in the village. Bulma.

"Shaab pa ya, Haiye?" What is it, Prince? Rahj looked up, breaking eye contact with Marienna for the first time since the meal had begun.

"Te yole uu rae uu se bannach. Te'po han hallou." I have to go to the village. I'll be back.

"Vegeta!" Bulma shrieked as she saw the dark figure approaching. The villagers backed away slightly, but still held their ground.

"Kuso, Woman. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You bastard! Capsule Corp's party is tomorrow night! I can't go alone!"

The Saiyan simply rolled his eyes and grabbed Bulma by the wrist, dragging her stumbling form quickly away from the murderous villagers.

"Haiye Vegeta…Reh'a se teey orro?" Prince Vegeta…Who's the fresh meat?

Vegeta had just walked into the castle, Bulma in tow, and was greeted by his strange brethren, many of them unmated.

"Uyten yanna han." The prince snarled back. Leave her be.

"Iib?" Why? One of the Saiyans stepped forward. "Pa namma sorrin Faln'ro?" Is she your mate? His eyes roved her small form, and Vegeta snarled, blocking the other male's view.

"Ven uyten yanna saph…" Just leave her alone…

Bulma poked Vegeta in the side. "I can't understand a word you're saying Vegeta…" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "And they're creeping me out. Who, and what, are they?"

"They are Saiyan."

"Wha…what? But…but they aren't like you or Goku…"

"Have you ever heard of xeroderma pigmentosum, woman? Or porphyria?"

"Well…I think I've heard of that second one…but what does it have to do with…Oh…"

"We had a very similar, very rare disease on Vegetasei, and from what Rahj and the others have been telling me, I gather that their ancestors were sent here because, at the time they would have been sent, Earth's UV radiation penetration levels would have been much lower than Vegetasei's."

"Unfortunately, they weren't low enough." Rahj growled, kicking at a loose stone in the floor.

"So…so vampire myths…they're all based on you guys?"

"More like our ancestors…they were far more forward than we are, and weren't hesitant to terrorize the villages." Rahj laughed lightly.

"Haiye Vegeta…" Prince Vegeta… One of the elders spoke up. Uen was his name. "Iy iyno raesoto uu nabull sorr se yalash taroe…" We were going to show you the control center… Uen looked nervously at Bulma, as if she couldn't be trusted. She looked back at him the same way.

"Oph sorr ubrich ya's shado uu ophn se grephn loph?" Rahj asked. Do you think it's wise to let the girl see?

"Ya'po han halle. Namma triphe han loumel." Vegeta shrugged. It'll be fine. She can be trusted.

Uen nodded, and turned to lead the way down the stone corridors, toward a large room, full of Saiyan technology. "This is what we had been using to communicate with Vegetasei." He said, gesturing toward a large console. "And to, of course, track you. We lost signal of you though, just after you had been assigned to purge Arlia…if we had known you were on Earth, Haiye…If we had known, we would have contacted you…"

"The tracking system only works if the subject being tracked is a certain distance away. This technology is quite primitive compared to what Frieza was using, so when the subject came too close to the machinery, the signal waves became distorted, and we couldn't find you…" Teph, obviously a technician, spoke up.

Vegeta nodded, glad that these people did not know of his first visit to Earth…this way, he would be spared the embarrassment of having to regale the tale of his defeat at the hands of a third class and a brat… He would also have to make sure to tell Bulma not to mention it…

"Wow…this is incredible!" Bulma squealed. "Can I take a look? Please, please, please???"

"I…all right, but don't break anything or I'll be pissed…" Teph warned her, skeptically.

"I'm going to explore the castle." Vegeta grunted, not interested in examining any technology while the woman was around. He was not in the mood to listen to her squeal and babble about electric currents and circuit connectors. Rahj was about to follow, but he shook his head no, and gestured toward Bulma, implying that Rahj should stay and make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble.

Vegeta wandered down hallways, his sneakers padding lightly on the cold stone floors. These people…they were his brethren…they were Saiyan. And in this castle sat a huge chunk of his history. These people were untainted by Frieza's rule…they were free to be themselves, as they must have been when they were first sent here, to Earth…He was among his own people…people who respected him for who he was, what he had done… He was once again the Saiyan Haiye…the Saiyan Prince…

"Hmm…what is this?" He muttered to himself, stepping into a door. It was terribly musty inside, and cobwebs hung in the corners and on old pieces of furniture and ornamental things. Moth eaten rags sat on tables, presumably once clothing. Vegeta shuffled through the room, poking about until he came upon a massive old wardrobe. It was still in perfect condition, though very dusty.

The old wooden doors creaked loudly in protest as he pulled them open, surprised to see that no dust had settled inside. The thing was full of clothing, old, perfectly preserved clothing. Being stored in the wardrobe had protected it all from insects, dust, and the like. Vegeta poked around a bit, examining some of the old garments. Much of it was for a woman, puffy satin gowns, shoes, and uncomfortable looking under-things, but in the back, he found a few items that had obviously been made for a man.

Pulling out the men's things, he was surprised to see that it looked as if it were made specifically for him. There were a few shirts, made of the finest black silk, and a pair of black pants, made of leather. They even looked as if they were small enough in length to fit. Diving back into the wardrobe, he pulled out a pair of tall, black leather knee boots, which, upon inspection, looked as if they would fit his feet, and a heavy black cape, with a red velvet lining on the inside.

Vegeta smirked and grabbed up the clothing. He wrapped it up in the remnants of an old gown and closed up the wardrobe tightly, so that the rest of the clothing could stay in its undamaged state. He then stole quickly to his room, in order to see if the ancient garments actually fit.

"I plan on coming back here sometime! So expect to see me again!" Bulma called out to Marienna as she and Vegeta made their way out of the castle. It was early morning, and, because of the sunlight, Marienna and the few other human girls who had been taken as mates by the Saiyan, were the only ones who had come outside to see the pair off.

Vegeta slung the pack containing the few things Rahj had given him over his shoulder, and picked up Bulma, taking off quickly into the air. They had to make it home by 3:00, she had said, or else she wouldn't be ready for the party, at 7:00.

"So Vegeta, what exactly is in that bag of yours?"

"Just some stuff. It's of no importance to you."

"Why do you always have to be so secretive?!?" Bulma huffed, wishing that she were on solid ground so she could stomp her foot.

"Because I am."

***

"MOTHER!!!" Bulma called. "Mother please come here! Quickly!"

Mrs. Briefs rushed quickly into the room, worried that something had happened to her daughter. "What is it? What is it, honey?"

"I need you to cinch up my corset…"

***

Vegeta admired himself in the mirror on his wall, turning this way and that. He had been right, this clothing fit him perfectly. The shirt he had chosen was fairly loose, with deep V-neck, meant to be kept closed by the crisscrossed laces, which he had not bothered to do up. The black leather pants hugged his legs loosely and emphasized the tight musculature of his rear end, stretching tightly across his hips. The knee-high boots fit perfectly, and he had polished them himself, so they shone attractively as he walked across his room, listening to the sounds they made on the hardwood floor.

Carefully, Vegeta set the cape on his shoulders and snapped the jeweled clasp shut in front or his collarbone. Putting on his most demonic smirk, he pulled the edges of the cape close and wrapped his body within it. Opening his mouth, he allowed his fangs to emerge from his gums, as he would when eating and winked at his reflection.

He was very pleased with his looks…for some odd reason, he felt a need to actually impress Bulma…after all, he was her 'date,' though he still wasn't exactly sure why. Oh well, that didn't matter now.

"What's done is done…" Vegeta muttered to himself. He had always been a strong believer in that particular philosophy…he had to be, otherwise he would have been driven insane with the desire to be back on his planet, his home-world, ruling his people.

Smirking demonically at his reflection one last time, he swirled his cape and stalked out the door, heading downstairs to wait for his 'date.'

***

Vegeta stood at the bottom of the stairs, idly tapping his foot on the floor as he waited for Bulma. Her mother had so kindly informed him that she was almost ready…fifteen minutes ago.

His head snapped up, perfectly alert, as he heard a tiny click from upstairs, followed by the tiny whoosh of a door being opened. He heard Bulma's footfalls in the hallway above, and readied himself to make a good impression. Looking casual, he leaned against the wall at the bottom of the steps, crossing his arms across his chest and bending one knee to prop his foot against the wall behind him.

Onyx eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter as Bulma came into view. She was absolutely gorgeous, with her soft blue locks curled and pinned atop her head, resting inside a thin circlet of silver. The bodice of her dress clung tightly to her bosom, the corset beneath pushing it up, as well as shaping her already tiny waist. Several layers of soft blue gossamer skirts flared out at her hips, swaying with her as she moved.

Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat as she saw Vegeta, resting comfortably against the wall. He looked simply amazing! Dressed in all black, aside from the red velvet lining of his cape, he looked the personification of darkness itself. The smirk he cast her only enhanced the demonic image, and she felt butterflies fluttering about in her stomach all of a sudden.

"M'lady…" Vegeta stood straight and offered his hand to her as she descended the last few steps.

"Kind Sir." She smiled and placed her dainty hand in his large palm.

"Kind? I'd not be so sure of that." Vegeta smirked devilishly, and Bulma felt a slight heat rising to her cheeks.

"Oooh! Don't they make the cutest couple honey?" Mrs. Briefs squealed, snapping a few pictures with her camera.

"Yes, yes…" Dr. Briefs muttered, poking his head through the curtains. "Our limo is here!" He adjusted his eye patch, and put on his best pirate grin as his wife, a mermaid, adjusted her seashell bra.

"Our carriage awaits." Bulma giggled, looping her arm through Vegeta's. Side by side, they walked out to the limousine, where Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were patiently waiting.

The ride to the hall where the party was being held was fairly short, and was consumed mostly by the excited chattering of Bulma and her mother. Dr. Briefs spent the time playing with his pirate sword, and Vegeta sat, silently brooding. He kept glancing over to peek at Bulma, and the fact irritated him. He wasn't used to feeling such strong attractions to the woman.

Vegeta supposed that he should have been more ashamed about it…feeling such a pull toward a weak human, but after having seen Rahj with Marienna, he didn't quite know what to think of it. She was fully accepted by the small Saiyan clan, as were the other human females that lived among them, but he still felt odd. Was it all right for him, the Crown Prince, to be taking a human mate when there were living Saiyan females?

He sighed; none of the females he had met appealed to him, what with their pasty pale skin and all…If he were to mate with one of them, she'd probably pass on that infernal disease too. There was not a single Saiyan in the clan who wasn't afflicted. Shaking his head, Vegeta knew that to mate with one of the Saiyan women would not be an acceptable choice…but he still wasn't quite sure what to do about this attraction to Bulma.

"Vegeta," Bulma nudged the Saiyan in the side, startling him, "we're here."

He blinked once, coming back to reality, and pulled himself up and out of the limousine. Graciously, he extended a hand to Bulma and helped her out as well, much like he had done on the stairs. Offering his arm to her, he started off toward the Hall, where the party had already started.

Giggling happily, Bulma led her family to a table, where they settled themselves. Several people came to greet them; mostly associates of Bulma and her father, but a few close friends had come as well. Vegeta sat quietly…he didn't know a single person here, other than the Briefs family.

"Wow! Bulma, great costume!" a stunning blonde plopped into the chair beside Bulma. "And I must say," she eyed Vegeta, licking her lips in a sultry way, "you sure know how to accessorize."

"Hey Jule, this is Vegeta, my date." Bulma inched over a little in her chair so that she was closer to Vegeta.

"I'm Jule." The woman extended her hand, causing the multitude of bracelets lining her arm to clatter together. She was a gypsy.

"Hn…" Vegeta nodded, his arms staying crossed over his chest.

"Vampires, the strong, silent type." Bulma giggled, resting her hand on the Saiyan's shoulder, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm going to go mingle some more!" Jule flashed a perfect white smile and trotted off into the crowd.

"So…" Bulma said, noting that her parents were off mingling as well. An awkward silence had settled over the pair, and it was making her uncomfortable. "Do you want to go get some food?" Vegeta nodded after a moment and they both pushed back their chairs and made their way to the large table of food that had been set up.

The food was good, Vegeta decided, and it helped him to keep his mind off of the woman next to him. He just felt so drawn to her, and he couldn't help but to be jealous every time she left him to go talk to a friend or co-worker.

"Vegeta…" Bulma pushed her empty plate away. "I was wondering if…if maybe you wanted to dance…" she flushed, averting her eyes in embarrassment.

The Saiyan prince grunted and stood up, offering his arm to her once more, before leading her out to the dance floor. The mini-orchestra began playing a slow tune and Bulma smiled inwardly. While mingling earlier, she had stopped to talk to the pianist, instructing him to make sure she got to slow dance with the Vampire Prince.

Vegeta was a surprisingly good dancer, Bulma soon found out, as he twirled her to the slow beat. There was a natural grace about him as he moved, that she supposed had come from being a prince, and he was quick to pick up the steps and movements. Being Vegeta though, he was a born showoff, and had decided to add a little something to the traditional waltz. It didn't take long for a crowd of people to form around the couple as they spun slowly around the ballroom.

The two made quite a sight, with Bulma's skirts swishing about, and Vegeta's cape swirling as they moved. And besides that, they made a perfect couple, Vegeta's dark presence complimenting Bulma's light one.

The song ended all too soon, and while Bulma got roped into a dance by a young man dressed as a carton of milk, Vegeta managed to slip away, easily avoiding all the women who were trying to entice him into a dance.

Slipping quietly out the doors, Vegeta walked a few steps, looking quietly up at the night sky. It was beautiful out, for the time of year, and the sky was clear, millions of stars visible to his keen eye.

"Aha…I thought I saw you sneak out here!" Bulma latched on to his arm. "Walk with me for a while, won't you?"

"Hn…"

The pair walked together in companionable silence, around to the back of the hall, where a lovely little ornamental garden was situated. It was very calm and quiet out, and Bulma felt the butterflies in her stomach again. The situation was so very romantic, and Vegeta was being strangely well behaved. She suddenly found herself wishing that he would kiss her, and her cheeks flamed as she stumbled, much to her embarrassment.

Vegeta steadied her quickly, making sure she didn't fall. He led her to a bench quickly, and together they sat, gazing at the moon's reflection in water of the small koi pond. Tentatively, Bulma let her head rest on Vegeta's broad shoulder, and when he didn't growl at her or make her move, she snuggled close into him. He wrapped an arm around her, tilting his neck to nuzzle the top of her head.

Round blue eyes blinked up at him as she tilted her head upward to see him. The Saiyan no Ouji looked down at his little female and lowered his head, finally giving into the temptation to kiss her. Bulma sighed as Vegeta's lips met her own, warm and soft. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, and his hands made their way around her waist, pulling her gently into his lap. He felt her shiver, and wrapped his arms tighter around her, enfolding them both within his velvet-lined cape.

Slowly, Bulma pulled away, her eyes shining, and snuggled into her Prince, resting her head on his shoulder. "People will probably be looking for you." Vegeta murmured against her hair. "We should go inside."

"Oh…okay." They stood and, arm in arm, walked slowly back toward the hall, where people were already starting to leave. "Oh my! What time is it?"

"I'd say it's about 12:30…"

"Really? Well then, we'd better go party some more before my parents decide they want to go home!" Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and set off in a sprint, tugging him along with her.

"Oh, I'm going straight to bed!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, yawning. "Goodnight kids!" It was about 2:30 in the morning, and they had all just got home. Mrs. Briefs padded up the stairs, followed closely by her husband. Vegeta kicked off his boots and padded into the kitchen to get a drink of water and a quick bite to eat.

Bulma and Vegeta proceeded up the stairs a few minutes later, shuffling down the hallway together. They stopped outside of Bulma's door; where Vegeta leant down to kiss her goodnight.

"Vegeta…spend the night with me…" she murmured quietly as he pulled away. She backed into her room, holding his hands and pulling him in with her. Vegeta hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted to continue. Did he really want to get tangled up with this human woman?

Yes…

The Saiyan no Ouji shut the door behind him as his lips descended to meet Bulma's again, and he delighted in the tiny sigh of pleasure she uttered. Her hands moved quickly to his collarbone, where she undid the jeweled clasp on his cape, allowing the heavy thing to fall to the floor. Vegeta's hands made their way quickly to her back, where his fingers deftly plucked open the multitude of pearl buttons that kept her dress closed. He pulled the thing off of her quickly, his rough hands trailing up and down her corseted form as she un-tucked his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it off to the side.

Bulma shivered in delight as Vegeta's tail unwound itself from around his waist to lash around behind them, finally coming to coil itself around her creamy thigh. It soon pulled away though, as Vegeta turned her around and began to tug at the laces of her stiff corset. She stood still, her chest heaving in excitement as the thing was finally pulled away. Vegeta embraced her from behind, his warm, rough hands trailing up her body to tease at her breasts, cupping the heavy mounds of flesh in his palms and plucking at her pebbled nipples with skilled fingers. His lips descended upon her neck, kissing and nipping gently as he pressed himself against her.

Quickly, Bulma kicked off the shoes she was still wearing and turned around to get Vegeta's pants off of him. She undid the thick leather thongs that kept them closed and made quick work of pulling them off. Clad only in their underwear now, the couple fell onto the large, soft bed, kissing passionately as hands roamed in seductive exploration.

Fingers slipped under the straps of Bulma's panties, and she raised her hips obligingly so that Vegeta could pull them off, and she watched out of half lidded eyes as he pulled of his boxers as well.

Surprisingly gentle, Vegeta nudged his knee between his woman's thighs, parting them so that he could nestle his own body in. Slowly, he positioned himself and slid into her, muffling both of their moans as he brought his lips down to hers once more. They lay for a moment, unmoving, panting and simply holding each other before Vegeta began to move. His strokes were slow, yet powerful, driving deep as Bulma wrapped her legs around his hips.

They rocked together, moaning and groaning, until Bulma shrieked aloud in ecstasy, her release crashing down upon her. Vegeta continued moving inside of her, intensifying the immense pleasure she felt, and prolonging it for several more minutes.

Still in a daze, she felt Vegeta pull himself out of her and she whimpered, still very sensitive. His hot mouth came down on one breast, suckling at it, as his warm palm cupped the other, kneading and teasing.

"Vegeta…" she moaned quietly as his mouth left her, only to come back down in the hollow between her breasts, then again on her belly, and further down. "Ohhhh…" she bucked her hips upward as his tongue darted out, licking the hot flesh between her legs. A gasp escaped her mouth as he found her nub and licked at it, and then blew lightly on it, causing her to shiver and squirm about. His hands parted the skin around it, tightly, and his mouth moved in to cover the jutted little pleasure nub. She nearly screamed aloud as he dragged his teeth across her, ever so lightly, but moaned deeply in her throat instead.

Vegeta chuckled quietly as he slipped two fingers into her, his mouth still sucking at her quivering body. He built up a rhythm, his fingers moving slowly, in time with his mouth, as his other hand held her hips steady. Ever so gently, he inserted another finger into her, feeling the muscle spasms that signaled another climax was coming for her. He intensified his ministrations, speeding up his rhythm and let the woman ride out her release for as long as he could keep her going.

Gently, Vegeta dragged his tongue across her, up and down her thighs, licking up all of her juices as she trembled, some shocks of pleasure still running though her. He trailed up her body again, kissing her gently, tenderly. He lay down atop her, careful to hold his weight so he wouldn't hurt her.

"Do you want more?" he whispered silkily, against her ear, rubbing himself against her. She nodded helplessly and pushed her hips upward. Gently, he slid into her once more and began to move slowly, carefully. He buried his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his groans, breathing heavily.

"Vegeta…ahhh…" Bulma hissed, feeling another climax coming on. "Ohhh!" she cried out as a haze of colors burst before her eyes, bucking and panting desperately. Vegeta couldn't hold himself anymore either, and, setting his jaw in the crook of Bulma's neck and allowing his fangs to emerge from his gums, he bit down, drawing blood as he exploded within her.

She screamed.

"You…you…you…" she stuttered, bringing her hand up to her neck. "You bit me! You are a vampire…it's all true…"

"Shhh…" Vegeta reached out to hold her, attempting to calm her, but she kicked and bucked away from him. "Woman!" he growled, grabbing her and forcing her to sit still. "Woman, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"You're a vampire!" she sobbed, "You're going to drink my blood and…and…"

"You're an idiot…You've let your imbecile human fairy tales get to you."

"You mean you're not going to hurt me?"

"I'm just marking you, relax…" Vegeta snorted, then, when it looked like she was going to cut him off, he placed a finger against her lips. "In order to claim a female, a male bites her, and scars her, leaving his mark so that other males will know she is mated."

"But…but it hurt." Bulma whimpered…

"That's because you stopped me…" Vegeta whispered, huskily, moving his head down back to the bite. He could feel how tense Bulma was, and so, as his tongue darted out to lick up the blood, his hands moved down her body, gently massaging her. His mouth covered the puncture wounds again, and he began to suck, gently drinking of her blood, connecting them.

"Ummmmm…" Bulma sighed quietly, as his hands and mouth worked at her…she was getting sleepy, and Vegeta's presence was strangely calming to her, despite the fact that he was drinking her blood…

After Bulma fell asleep, Vegeta crept silently over to the window and pulled the curtains shut. He had just mated, and would be vulnerable to the sun tomorrow morning…

WOWEE! That's a long bugger, ne??? I spent soooo much time writing this! Holy man! I hope you liked it!!!

*Xeroderma pigmentosum

I realize that not many of you will know what this means, so here's the brief definition. I got the basics from Online Medical Dictionary at:

http://www.graylab.ac.uk/cgi-bin/omd?xeroderma+pigmentosum

Xerode rma pigmentosum is a rare, inherited disease, which causes an increased sensitivity to ultraviolet rays, which increases the risk of cell mutation caused by UV rays, such as premature aging, various eye and skin abnormalities, and skin cancer. People with xeroderma pigmentosum must be kept completely away from UV light.

Porphyria is a disease very similar to xeroderma pigmentosum, and also causes one to be extremely sensitive to UV light. A victim of porphyria cannot produce heme, and while garlic is a natural aid to the production of heme in a healthy person, it worsens the symptoms of porphyria.

*Thanks to Dictionary.com for the definition of "Vampire."

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