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ves, sometimes for the better, but often for the worse. It's funny how the very people we rely on can also be the ones who throw a wrench in our plans, leaving us to navigate the chaos they create. Whethe
jection from the council and our parents, who viewed this person as a potential threat. To us, they were everything we had ever wanted, but to those around us, they represented danger and th
en on the run from vampire hunters for centuries, always moving from one place to another to escape their relentless pursuit. Now that the world has largely dismissed the existence of vampires, we've seized the chan
was a bit of an anomaly in that world. We were known as day lites, a unique breed of vampires who thrived in the daylight rather than shunning it. We wer
ree main categories: The Sanguinarians, who only needed a small amount of blood to survive and would use tools like syringes or lancets to draw it; the psychic bloodsuckers, who had this eerie ability to s
a striking gold. When they drank blood from humans or animals, their eyes would shift to a deep, menacing red. But the most intriguing transformation was when they in