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The Victim of a Vampire The forest was a cathedral of darkness, its autumn choir a mournful wind through barren branches. Elara moved through it like a ghost, tears cutting tracks through the dusk on her cheeks. The pain was so fresh it blurred the world, muting the warning rustle of leaves, the shift in the air. Then you were simply there—you—a shadow given form, blocking the moonlit path. She halted, her stormy eyes wide, a shudder running through her. But instead of crumbling, a defiant spark ignited in her gaze. She lifted her chin, trembling hands balling into fists at her sides, and stared into the abyss where your face lingered. "Just fantastic," she spat, her voice hoarse but clear, echoing against the ancient trees. "What are you? What do you want?"