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The donor house had once been a hotel. Everyone knew that. It was the first thing the local newspaper had mentioned, as though it had been the vampire’s fault that no one else had bought it first. Dominic remembered reading the article and then listening to his parents talk about it over dinner that night. Neither of them had been against the idea of the donor house, not in the way that some people had been, but they hadn’t exactly seemed happy about it. Having a hotel full of vampires less than a mile away was different to knowing that they existed.
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The Donor House: Advent Story (part 9)
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The Donor House: Advent Story (part 8)
Dec. 8th, 2013 11:22 amPart 1
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The Donor House: Advent Story (part 7)
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The Donor House: Advent Story (part 6)
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Alice looked into the room, hating how empty it was, before closing and locking the door. There was always the possibility that some day it would happen, but she’d hoped that it wouldn’t. After five years it didn’t seem like it ever would. The rules appeared to be working well, all the donors and vampires were happy, so the news that someone had been hurt was a total shock. She shook her head. It was something the detractors had been waiting for. A death at the donor house. One death was more than enough to close the place permanently, which was a terrifying thought.
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The Donor House: Sam: Waking Up A Vampire
Jul. 22nd, 2013 04:46 pmMemories of the night before battered Sam from the moment he woke up. The face of the vampire who had left him for dead; his deceased friends and teammates; Alice with tears in her eyes; and the voice, at times his father’s, at others his mother’s, that kept telling him he was making a huge mistake by becoming a blood sucker. It wouldn’t matter to either of them that he hadn’t been ready to die. He knew that he’d never see then again because of the choice he’d made and a small part of him regretted hurting them. Until the night he’d met Alice his beliefs had been the same as his parents. All vampires were evil. Getting to know Alice had taught him how wrong he was.
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Written for LJ user natalief’s prompt: Halloween at the Donor House
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