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Summary: A story of love, fear and obsession. A teen taking care of a vampire, a pastry chef taking care of a deaf teen, and a waiter taking care of a keeper. All of their stories tie together and intertwine to create enemies and friends.

Rated: T (for future violence and whatnot)

Warnings: Men loving men, boys loving vampires, and a man loving a young man. He's 16-17 through out the story, and nothing hard core between the two.

IMPORTANT!!: I do not like Twilight, so it is NOT the reason I like vampires. c: Just so you know.

Authors note: I have been pending on if I really wanted to put this on the Internet. It has been a diary of my own fears and hatred, put into a story and set free among characters not quite of my making. They came, in dreams, just as the horrors came from nightmares and half-awake hallucinations. I hope anyone that may stumble upon this will search their own levels of fear, to reach their own levels of freedom.

Thank you!

Prologue:

Erik sat up breathlessly, and glanced to his side. There his ‘Landlord’ lie, sleeping soundly. But he felt something, something in the quiet, cold room he was resting in. He let his lungs rest themselves as he looked at the far armrest of the couch.

The room wasn’t very dark, there was a dull glow from the streetlights outside, but the figure on the end-table was black as coal. There was no face, no eyes, only the silhouette of a gorilla head on a twisted and crude body.

In essence, a shadow.

Taking a breath and reaching over Henry, Erik managed to turn on the lamp.

And the shadow was gone.

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End Prologue

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It was short because it's a prologue.

And because I can access this at school, I hope that I can update as often as it comes. The first chapter is already started.