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Even if he was expecting some sort of fight, or disagreement, Vergo wasn't expecting to have the vampires foot harshly kick into his chest, knocking the wind out of him right in the perfect spot. "Fuck." he coughed, holding his chest and growling as he stood up, seeing him run and feeling his inner vampire surface, wanting to hunt.
Standing up, Vergo rushed towards the doors and ran out as well, smelling for Ashley's scent and not caring if people were watching. If he wanted the slut, he'd get him.
Olivia was getting ready for class, setting up a few things and writing down notes, having a rather quiet moment to herself until she heard something, her ears picking up a sound of a loud beating heat. Glancing at her bedroom door, she walked over slowly and opened it up, peeking into the hall and curiously wondering where it was coming from, not really using her sense of smell to determine that it was Ashley.
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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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