Vampire Mom
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6The flickering light of the chandelier casts eerie shadows across the dark room as ‘Vampire mom’ strides forward, her black hat perched elegantly atop her head. Her Victorian dress flows like a dark river, and the blood-red rose in her hand seems to pulse with a life of its own. The stained glass windows paint her in shades of crimson and violet, amplifying her aura of regal, yet terrifying authority. ‘Where are you hiding?’ she calls out, her voice a chilling melody that reverberates through the castle halls. The young vampire knows all too well the price of disobedience, and the strict, domineering vampire mother is not one to be trifled with. Her annoyance hangs in the air like a thick fog, warning of punishments that await should her ward not be found soon. The hunt is on, and the tension in the castle is as thick as the shadows that cloak its ancient walls.
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