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Following close behind Ashley, Isabella walked into the room behind him, peeking over the vampires shoulder and looking around the room. Despite knowing about the place, Isabella regrettably never visited, now thinking it was rather sad just how ignored the new vampires were.
Tucked into the corner of the room, in the smallest ball he could crouch himself into, Beray let out soft, weak cries against his knees, expressing just how long he had been sobbing, almost too tired to do it anymore. When he heard a familiar voice, the young man looked up, his pink eyes going from Ashley to Isabella, sniffling and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
At first, he was glad to see Ashley but...who was the woman with him? Was she mean, or nice? Beray huddled himself up into the corner more, if even possible, and looked at the vampire walking inside the room.
"Where...did they bring him? Is he alive?" Beray whispered, wanting to know the answer to that before speaking of anything else. He just worried about Troy, not himself, but the man that was taken away, hearing of the horrible things that could be done to new vampires who were taken by others.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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