4. The Games

“I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King

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The entire place seemed bloody. The other girl who eliminated the girl used her blood to turn the lantern off. She made her way to the front with a primal look on her face.

Knowing I couldn’t be a part of it, I walked towards the girl’s body staring at her as she gasped for breath. My hands directed to her, rubbing her heard. “It’s fine,” I muttered. “You do not have to struggle or blame yourself. You can rest now.”

“M-my family, I promised them that I was going to make it.” she let out.

“A word will be sent out to them, you can rest now.” I said, my voice in a tone spelled with sympathy.

“T-Thank, you...” she trailed before closing her eyes.

“I’ll make your death worthwhile.” I said with a determined look. That minute, I took some of her blood putting some droplets on the lantern.

The flame began to burn out that instant. The last of it whoofed and wi