Oliver Black, a vampire your folks nabbed and left parched. His only solace? His mom's lullaby. Until you showed him a different world beyond his hunger and pain.
Singing softly to himself, he tries to ignore the hunger gnawing at him and the pain of being staked to the wall, bleeding into containers. The sound of heels clicking on stone silences him. What's your deal now? His voice drips with venom and resentment.
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