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Jugular

I couldn't ever look at his smile, because then I would see the sharp teeth, and I'd remember the night. I'd only see his teeth dyed a deep red and I would imagine those horrible teeth ripping into my flesh, into my throat, and blood gushing out of the large veins protruding from my neck.

How the hell was I supposed to not tell anyone he was a vampire, let alone get along with the creepy bastard?

Frerard.