1. (Camille to herself) Not even you, and definitely not me. But it was all in the blood, that the darkness rested, and grew steadier with every drop spilled...
1. (Camille to herself)  Not even you, and definitely not me. But it was all in the blood, that the darkness rested, and grew steadier with every drop spilled... stories
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In a world where scars determine your worth, mixing among species is forbidden, like love, and Xander, a psychotic vampire is the only one who makes the rules, and a game filled with scars, and blood, and pawns. And a girl named Amanda, who is the only one who has a piece of him. However, she survives only on the darkness and blood on her hands, but is damaged by a scar on her flesh, her heart, (which is unknowingly divided. But it is the scar that unknowingly connects them, and unknowingly saved her. But she is determined to make her mark, in blood. Has Xander met his match?

1. (Camille to herself) Not even you, and definitely not me. But it was all in the blood, that the darkness rested, and grew steadier with every drop spilled...

As soon as it was on my hands, it had not only stained my soul, but destined it for darkness; Little did I know, Amanda would just as equally wear the scar on her skin, as visibly on her heart as I would on mine...

Amanda and I would share the burden of the blood as much as she shared Xander's thoughts. With everything came consequences, and for Amanda, hers had been the scar on her flesh, as well as the blood...

"She wore her scars as her best attire; a stunning dress made of hellfire."

Shawn was already tangled as much as I was in a game; a pawn even more so was my heart. But so was his, and his life would be the price for my part...and the consequence for her had been the blood.

Amanda's memory of her loneliness wrapped itself around her like a chilly, ice cold reminder, reached for her like fingers. It was a memory she treasured; one of the few things that remained, and hadn't been taken yet...

She was a pawn, a puppet with strings, and she belonged to him. The memory was as much a part of her, as the scar, the blood...

Because of a debt that was to be repaid because of the fact that it was there; a debt that didn't belong to her. But all debts were paid in blood, and all were left with scars...

He owned her, because of the scar, the blood.

We had shared blood, which was why she couldn't ever shut him out; why her thoughts were no longer hers. Nothing went deeper than blood, and they were connected in mind, and in blood.

And nothing went deeper than that. It had been her fault, her mistake. But the blood had been just as much on her hands, as it had been on Xander's.

Xander liked blood, and fear and scars. At first, I don't see his knife. It would be that knife that would carve into my flesh, and that knife that would hold many memories for me...

Xander notices Shawn, his eyes darkening to a mixture of anger, and lust. He grabs me forcefully pushing me into a tree, as I feel the sudden coldness of his knife as it pierces my flesh. I feel something sticky begin to drip from the wound on my abdomen.

Promises made to a vampire were made to be kept, and left shallow hearts, and even deeper scars. "Amanda!" Shawn had shouted.

Xander lifted the knife, and the blood was licked away, sealing her fate. And with it, consequences would come. I would never forgive myself for the scar on his heart, Amanda had thought to herself, and Shawn and Xander, (especially Xander,) would never forgive himself for the scar on hers, or for the blood.

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