William Dunmire Price The Third

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William was a coward. He could never suck up enough courage to confront his fate. His beloved and beautiful Cecily Adams Underwood or Ms. Wood.

For the uptenth time, he gulped and ran back to his shack. He was poor, she was rich, and that was that.

"Please don't tell me that cripe is about me!"

It scared him, the way she said it. Harsh, demanding, and amazingly cold.

William: I assure you Ms. Wood, every word of it!

Cecily: I demand you stop this foolishness Mr. Price! Me and you, we can never be anything more!

His eyes went to her face as she stood up haughtidly. "I'm sorry, but you are beneath me William................."

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That's where she had found him. Inside his lonely old shack that his mum had left him when she was ill and died.

"And what possible catastrophe do we have here?"

Drusilla gave him her hand in which he took.

William: Who? who are you?

"Your savior."

He never even got a word in before he felt fangs press down on his skin.

'Don't worry my love, soon the nasty people will never hurt you again!'