the vampire
he comes by the dead of night, out from his lair skin paler than the fresh snow the king of the night upon his realm the vampire whose age we don't know afraid of the sun they often are garlic they do not like to smell two fangs to suck the blood of the innocent beware the vampire spell fangs sharp as knives that pierces the skin eyes that can hypnotizes you in a fancy cloak they dress although people say he looks nice that’s not very true he can't have normal food only blood turns into a bat to move fast to get blood before the sun comes up he can’t drink his own blood only your’s most vampires are dead or locked up not many ways to kill them for every but it possible the sun is a great way to destroy most vampire although rare some can not be destroyed by the sun the best way to kill them is a steak to the heart that stop them ruling their empire
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