She had two pointy teeth; they looked as if they could slice me in half. She had long black hair that went down past her feet. Her eyes were as black as night. She was so pale… She was floating, just hovering above the ground. In her hand was a crooked, rusty old key. She had a dark red stain on her grey dress… She looked thirsty. “What’s your name” I asked her.
“People call me Marceline the Vampire queen” She said it softly... But I still kept my distance. "I see you built my house” she whispered " Now get off my property"
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