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Created on: September 30, 2010
Blood and death were in the air, when we arrived in Cairo in 1791. People said it was the plague that killed so many, but it was a vampire war instead. We looked for Am, Alexander’s vampire friend, to find out what was happening. I saw the concern on Alexander’s face.
Am was a tall man with a long scar across his left cheek. That scar made him look very menacing, but when he saw Alexander, he smiled a big white toothy smile. As it was almost morning, he told us that we would meet the next night to explain what was happening.
“If I am dead, you must find my wife, Merit. She'll explain,” and he left.
We knew something terrible was happening, but would have to wait till the next night to find out. I worried about our existence. When we woke, we found Am alive and he explained to us what was happening.
An unknown group of vampires had come to Cairo and were killing children or turning them into vampires. These children were not draining their victims and left them to slow painful deaths. Turning children was forbidden in our world because they couldn’t be trusted at keeping our secret and were unpredictable. They were causing chaos.
Am had told us that a vampire war was pending. Vampires were coming in from all over. Some were to be on our side and some for the other side. In the meantime, until the others arrived, our side was trying to destroy those vampires that were killing and turning children. Alexander and I offered our help.
For many nights, Alexander and I, along with many others, continued the clean-up. One night, we came upon a turned child. When he saw me, he flew at me. I was faster and he missed. I saw how young he was and I hesitated when he flew at me again. I didn’t move in time and his fangs grazed my arm. The young boy tried to hold me and go for my neck. My strength out powered his and I snapped his neck and impaled him with a wooden stake I’d been carrying.
Alexander came to me after it was done. When I looked at him, tears of blood ran down my cheek. He wiped the tears and licked the blood from his fingers. I was shaken and he held me for a few moments. It broke my heart to kill children although I had no choice.
The sun was to come up soon. We had done enough for the night and headed to our sleeping quarters. This was the first time I dreaded waking the next night.
Am and his wife, Merit, were waiting for us when we woke. They took us to a meeting place with the others. There was Alim and his maker,
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