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How are you this fine evening?

How are you dealing with the first days of the summer hiatus? Personally, I'm re-watching Season 1, and it's so fun! It's amazing realizing how much these characters have grown! *sigh*

Anyway, this chapter is… bloody, and hopefully touching.

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They say everything will be okay in the end.

And if it's not okay, then it's not the end.

Caroline watched with wide eyes as Stefan turned around, and strolled towards her, that crazy expression back on his face. She gulped audibly. She had no idea how much longer she could take this, this whatever he had planned, but she knew one thing for sure. If she wanted to at least have a chance of surviving, she couldn't over-think this situation, or what he was. A vampire, her mind whispered the answer, but she shook her head from side to side. No, she couldn't mull over it.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Stefan's emotionally detached voice reached Elena's ears, as he circled Caroline's stiff body slowly, threateningly. "I've always been a brunette kind of guy, but even I can't not appreciate this! Such a fair complexion," his fingers ran over the clean side of her neck, pausing for a few moments on top of her pulse. "And doesn't she look amazing in this dress, Elena?"

Elena remained silent, her eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor, and that was why she didn't notice Stefan's movement, until he was standing right behind her. She groaned in pain as he pushed her head to the side, revealing the column of her neck to his hungry stare, and mouth.

"When I ask you a question, you are supposed to give me an answer. And you're supposed to do so immediately," he growled against her skin, and Elena frantically nodded in understanding, wanting nothing more than to have him as far away from her body as possible. "So, let's do this again. What do you think of Caroline's dress, Elena Gilbert?"

"I… I think it's amazing. She couldn't have picked a better one," she stuttered, cursing her voice for breaking at practically every syllable. But then again, she was a mere human. How could she had not been scared at that point?

"That's very true, Elena," Stefan mumbled letting go of her, and smiling as she rushed to take a few steps towards the opposite direction. "And do you know what makes it even better? Its color. There's nothing more breathtaking than green clothes covered in blood." He moaned as the aroma of the blonde's blood filled his nostrils again. He was hungry.

"How about a quick meal?" he drawled, blurring at Caroline's side, and stroking her arm.

"No," she whimpered faintly, tugging at her chains. As if there was a chance she could escape him.

Elena couldn't believe the absence of sympathy, of care from his eyes as he settled behind Caroline. She clenched her teeth when her gaze connected with her friend's, fear and panic clearly depicted in the latter's. Before Elena had the chance to do something, anything to help her, Stefan's razor sharp teeth had sunk into Caroline's flesh, and her pained screams were echoing around the room.

"No!" Elena shrieked in despair, her heart breaking at the horrible sounds that should have never come out of Caroline's mouth, never in her entire life. "No!" she attempted to approach them, but when Stefan's head shot up, his frenzied eyes zooming in on hers, crimson blood dripping from his chin, she froze in place.

"I'm daring you. Make one more move, and her neck will be broken so quickly, you won't even realize what happened."

Caroline took a few calming breaths, willing her heart to stop beating so fast. She wasn't naïve enough to believe that her torture was over, but that didn't mean she was prepared to have Stefan's teeth back on her skin so soon. She cried out in surprise, the intense pain spreading to her whole form as he hugged her body against his own unbearably tight, bit down on her arm harder, sucked the life out of her even more forcefully.

And as her eyelids dropped, darkness slowly consuming her entire being… she wondered if that was how she would die. Not from a car-accident, excessive alcohol consumption, a little experimenting with drugs… but in the hands of a sadistic vampire.

Damon rolled his eyes as the young barwoman fought with everything she had to keep her hold on the bourbon bottle. It was really of no use, and after a few seconds long eye contact and the tiniest hint of compulsion, she was quietly walking away.

He tipped the bottle upwards and moaned as the rich flavored alcohol filled his mouth. Nothing could ever make him forget today's events, but he could at least force them to the back of his head for a while. Booze and boobs. The cure to every problem a male could ever face.

"Booze and boobs," he murmured, turning his head to the side to inspect the female customers of Mystic Grill. There wasn't anything too exciting, really… a scantily dressed blonde here, a red-head playing pool there, a tipsy brunette … Stay the fuck away from brunettes. Nothing good would ever come from spending time with that slim girl, who would only be a painful constant remainder of the only woman he couldn't have. The only woman he fucking needed to have.

A growl built deep in his chest, his frustration rising to levels so high that his acute vampire senses failed to register the two figures approaching him.

"Good evening, Damon Salvatore."

"Mmmm, so delicious," Stefan whispered as he pulled back, running the back of his hand over his lips to wipe off any remains of her blood. "Now that my stomach is full, how about we put some music on, Elena? What do you think? Rock? Dance? Clasic?"

Elena closed her eyes, struggling to keep her nausea in check. Her stomach was churning, all the food she had consumed over the last hours spinning around, forming a huge mass that she could barely hold back.

"Oh, love, don't be like that," Stefan drawled in a teasing tone, grabbing her left hand, and intertwining their fingers. He grinned as she frowned, the muscles of her entire body clenching under his gaze. "What is it? Are you already bored? Tsts…. and here I was, thinking I was taking good care of you. Let's spice things up a little bit, shall we?"

Elena's breathing caught in her throat as she heard his boots tapping against the wooden floor, and her eyes opened, widening even further when she spotted him standing close to Matt.

"I think it's time for this guy to wake up," Stefan whispered, raising his right arm, and landing a hard punch on the side of Matt's face. The sound of the crush was muffled by the synchronized screams that escaped Elena and Caroline.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Stefan cooed, grinning inwardly, "he's not even dead. Yet." He-not so gently-slapped his cheek, and Matt groaned as he finally started regaining conscious.

"Morning, sunshine," Stefan greeted him, and tears gathered in Elena's eyes, as Matt's frantic gaze swept over the place. He seemed lost, like he didn't even remember how he had gotten there.

"What… what is this?" he asked quietly, his head falling back.

"Don't go all sleeping on me again, Matt," Stefan scolded in a cold tone, grabbing him by the neck, and forcing their stares to lock.

"You will not faint again."

"I will not faint again," Matt repeated in that robotic tone indicating the use of compulsion.

Elena took a few cautious steps in their direction, without even realizing that she was holding her breath.

"Stefan, please, don't hurt him." She said softly, not knowing how far she could take this. Perhaps she was already overstepping her boundaries, perhaps she was already making everything worse. But she couldn't not give it a try.

"Now, why would I do that, Elena?"

"Because it's me you really want, Stefan. I am the one you want to hurt, I am the one you want to kill."

"Elena, what the hell are you doing?" Caroline complained from the other side of the room. "Stefan won't hesitate to do it."

"I know," Elena replied nodding "but Matt doesn't deserve this, Stefan. Please, don't do this."

Stefan chuckled to himself. It was almost as if he had handed her a script, ordering her to memorize her lines. She was saying everything he had dreamed of; it was amazing.

"You know what, Elena? You are right."

"I am?" she shot back, startled by the sudden change in his mood.

"Yes, you are." He removed his hands from Matt's body, and re-approached Elena, who exhaled loudly in relief. "I… I don't know what's gotten into me, Elena. This…" he motioned around the room "this is not right. None of these people deserve to be hurting."

"Exactly," she murmured under her breath, glancing at Caroline from the corner of her eye, who simply rose an eyebrow in confusion.

"They haven't done anything to me," Stefan went on "they don't need to suffer."

"It has to be quick and painless," and with that Stefan moved in a blur, his hand pushing through Matt's shirt, skin, and ribs, his fingers clutching around the human's frantically beating heart.

"NO!" both girls screamed behind him.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Matt requested in a barely audible voice, his body convulsing in pain.

"Because your friend, Elena, asked me not to hurt you, Matt Donovan. She asked me to kill you quickly and painlessly. Well, not really… but that was how I chose to interpret her actual words."

A final yelp left Matt's lips when Stefan retracted his bloody hand, the previously vital for his survival organ nestled into the vampire's palm.

"NO!" Elena shrieked in horror when the heart landed a few feet from her, several drops of blood splashing on her arms. "No!" Matt Donovan, the person who had stood by her side for so many years, the person with whom she had shared so many first experiences with, was now dead. All because of her.

"NO," she cried to herself, her legs failing her, the long tail of her dress dropping into a pool of blood as she feel on her knees.

"You're a freak!" she vaguely heard Caroline calling in the background "How could you? How could you just kill him like that? You're a murderer!" The sound of a slap resounded in the room.

"I suggest you shut the fuck up, you silly human. Or your heart will find its way across the room, too."

This was hell.

There was no hope.

There was no escaping.

"Good evening, Damon Salvatore."

"Well, if it isn't mama and junior bitch," Damon murmured, merely glancing their way. Whatever vampire agenda they had, whatever they wanted to recruit him for, would have to wait for an indefinite time.

"Damon, I was by the Boarding House a few hours ago," Anna started saying, and if Damon had bothered paying any attention to her, he would have taken notice of the worry in her eyes.

"Sorry I wasn't there to offer you coffee, and cookies. I am not exactly the host kind of person, it seems."

"Damon, I am being serious."

"So, am I, little girl," he snapped back at her, abruptly rising from his seat and towering over the tiny vampire. "And if you failed to figure it out, I am not in the mood for chit-chat, or any other kind of communication. So, I suggest you dragged your ass away before I lose what little patience I have left and rip your head off. Isn't it bed time for the babies, anyway?" his gaze moved to the older woman "What kind of mother would allow her girl to wander around in the night? Who knows what kind of monsters mind be lurking in the shadows?"

"Watch your tongue, Salvatore," Anna sneered, glaring up at him, even though he didn't appear to be particularly fazed "I have over two centuries on you, I could tear you apart before you had the chance to say 'please'."

"Please, Damon, Anna. Threats are not going to help us deal with the situation at hand. We need to calm down and discuss like the civilized people I know we can all be," Pearl intervened, forcing her arm between their bodies, in an effort to keep some sort of distance between the angry vampires.

"The point is that I have no idea what this situation you are going on and on about is, and frankly, I don't care to know. So, excuse me, while I go find a quiet place to finish this fine bourbon." He had had enough. People that couldn't take a hint angered him to no end. He didn't make it far though, before Anna's voice stopped him dead on his tracks.

"Your brother has Jeremy Gilbert."

When she saw him pausing, apparently taken aback and pondering over the revelation, she took a deep breath and went on. "We were together at the Pageant today, but at some point around afternoon I lost him. I tried calling his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. His aunt hadn't seen him, either, and I decided to follow his trail. You can imagine my surprise when it lead me to your place. I thought that maybe he was there with his sister, but when Stefan opened the door, holding a –in a bad shape- Jeremy, I knew that wasn't the case. You brother has gone insane, Damon. He was torturing him, right in front of my eyes, and he had the audacity to smile the whole time."

Damon swallowed, before turning to his side, and glancing at her over his shoulder.

"Like you so proudly pointed out a few minutes ago, you have centuries on both of us, plus, your mama to help you out. Why didn't you just grab your boyfriend and leave? It wouldn't be that hard…"

"Normally, no…. but, things change when a vampire is using a witch."

"A witch? What the hell are you talking about?" Was this some kind of dream? Had he passed out from the alcohol? How could have Stefan found a witch to help him with whatever he wanted to do with Jeremy?

"There is a spell on the Boarding House. I couldn't enter, and trust me, I tried." She was on the verge of going insane. From what she could tell, Damon had no part in Stefan's vicious plans. Then, how was she supposed to save Jeremy?

"Listen," Damon said tiredly "yes, my brother isn't exactly stable right now, but I don't know what the hell was that made you believe I would help you with anything. We are not friends, or allies, and we're never going to be. You wanna save your boy? Go ahead, and try. But there is nothing that would make me fight along with you."

Pearl rolled her eyes at the much younger vampire's slurred words. He wanted to look tough, and maybe it usually worked, but she wasn't affected by his nonchalant attitude. He would help them, and she had just the right information to persuade him to.

"What if I tell you that he also has the Gilbert girl… It's Elena, right?"

"What?" Anna blurted out, her expression changing into one of shock.

Damon couldn't speak, he could barely think straight. His eyes widened as he put the pieces together… Stefan holding Elena's brother, and Elena, a spell that kept Anna, and probably himself, out of the boarding house…

"No," he whispered to himself, the bottle slipping from his hand and shattering on the wooden floor. All this time… all these days, Stefan had indeed been coming up with a plan. He cringed as he remembered the last time Stefan had enjoyed being a vampire. There were always pools of blood left behind, and drained, disassembled bodies.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have let her walk straight into the lion's den?

He was out of the Mystic Grill in a blur, the two female vampires long forgotten, the human charade he had to keep up, too. She occupied the forefront of his thoughts, basically every single inch of his thoughts. Would she be still alive? Would she be scared? Angry at him? Unconscious? Bleeding? And would he able to save her?

The cold wind felt like slaps against his skin, succesfully washing away the effects of alcohol, and clearing his head, until there was only one thing that mattered. Two, actually. Saving Elena. Staking his idiot of a brother.

The only sounds that filled the room for the next couple of minutes were Stefan's choice of some eerie violin music, and Elena's sobs. She couldn't stop them, and God, she had tried. She cursed herself for giving him the satisfaction of witnessing her suffering, but every time she attempted to wipe her cheeks for the last time, Matt's final moments flashed before her eyes, and she was a weeping mess all over again.

Her head shot up abruptly at the sound of the doorbell ringing, her heart jolting in fear, and then in a tiny amount of hope.

She watched as Stefan made his way out of the room with a smirk on his face, and she waited for a few moments, before rising up and approaching Jeremy, who was still unconscious. If one thing was certain, it was that Stefan would be distracted for a while, either if the sudden guest was a friend, or a foe. She decidedly brushed her arm over her wet eyes, her make-up being the least of her concerns, and inspected the knots on the ropes that were holding her brother's body suspended from the roof. She swore under her breath when she realized exactly how tight they were, and even the rope was too thick for her to easily cut through with a simple kitchen knife.

If watching NCIS had taught her anything, it was that all criminals make at least one mistake. There is always something that will skip their attention, something that will help their victims escape, or the police capture them. Then again, Stefan wasn't your typical abductor and murderer. He was a century old vampire, a natural hunter.

With a sigh of disappointment, she discovered that she wouldn't have any more luck freeing Caroline. Maybe, if she found something sharp enough, maybe she could make it.

"Hello, brother!" Stefan whispered, leaning against the hard wooden door. "I don't remember inviting you to my romantic weekend with my girlfriend, Elena."

"Cut the crap, Stefan. This is no romantic weekend. You are not planning to have dinner and make passionate love to her in a bed surrounded by candles and rose petals."

"Do enlighten me, brother. What am I planning to do with her?"

Damon sucked in a deep breath. He hadn't dealt with this Stefan in decades, and he hadn't tried saving anyone from his claws before. It felt like an impossible task.

"You want to kill her," he eventually growled behind locked teeth, causing Stefan to chuckle loudly in response.

"You sound like you're almost sorry for her…. Be careful, brother. Your humanity is showing."

"I swear to God, if you dare touch a single hair from her head I am going to rip your heart out and feed it to the dogs," Damon threatened, overwhelmed by his worry for Elena. The intense smell of blood coming from the living room, not exactly helping him relax.

"Now, that is not how it's going to be, Damon," Stefan murmured, folding his arms in front of his chest, and gazing at him with a calculative look. "I could make you a deal, though."

A deep frown formed on Damon's forehead as he contemplated the situation. There was no way Stefan would ask for anything easy, but that didn't change the fact that he was willing to do practically anything to protect Elena.

"What kind of deal?" he hesitantly asked, wondering if he would regret it during the next minutes.

"I give you Elena, you take her somewhere safe, I never go anywhere near her again, and then we leave town together."

"Why… wh… why would you want to leave town with me?" Damon wondered aloud, incapable of finding the answer by himself.

"Because when I brought that human girl to you, Damon, I wasn't dreaming of an eternity of us hating each other, fighting each other, making each other's life a living hell. I wanted us to be brothers forever. This is all I want," Stefan admitted, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

He was definitely not expecting that kind of answer. Could it really be that Stefan gave in to his bloodlust because he felt lonely? And could what he was suggesting ever come true? Could they be the brothers they used to be? The best-friends, always having the other's back?

He didn't know, he couldn't know. But one thing was certain. If giving it a try was what it took to help Elena, then he would take the chance.

"Okay." Damon whispered, his eyes searching his brother's face for any hint of dishonesty. He found none.

"Okay,' Stefan repeated, and turning slightly to the side, he gently called Elena's name.

Elena froze in place. Her breath quickened as she hurriedly closed the drawers she'd been currently going through, and straightened her back.

"Elena, could you, please, come here?" he asked again, and she couldn't help but narrow her eyes at the unusual amount of kindness in his voice. He sounded too much like the old Stefan, but she could no longer bring herself to trust him. She knew well enough by now that he was a master at hiding his emotions, and even more so at faking them.

"Elena, I promise, I am not going to hurt you. Damon is here, he is here to take you home."

"Damon?" Elena whispered to herself, her curiosity now peaked, and forcing her feet to move towards the hall. She spared a last glance at Matt's motionless body, and at Caroline's and Jeremy's unconscious one's, and she silently promised that she wouldn't abandon them at that horrible place.

Damon literally counted in his head Elena's footsteps. He needed to see that she was okay, he needed to be sure that their fight-which now seemed so stupid- hadn't resulted in more suffering for her.

A gasp escaped both of them, as she peeked from the corner, their gazes instantly locking. He felt like kneeling down on the ground and crying at the great amount of sorrow and fear clearly depicted in her eyes. She shouldn't have been through all these, he should have protected her.

"Damon?" Elena murmured, unable to accept that he was really there, that this was really over.

Damon nodded once, and reached out his hand, motioning for her to come closer.

But is it really over? Elena asked herself, glancing at Stefan, who was smiling… apologetically? at her.

"It is okay, Elena. My brother and I have come to an agreement, you are safe now." This was a trap, she could feel it. There was something dark, sinister in his eyes. She glanced again at Damon, wondering why he hadn't noticed it, too. Or maybe he knew Stefan wasn't being honest, and he had some sort of plan?

Damon nodded again, "Come on, Elena, let's get you home."

"What about the others?" she questioned quietly, holding her ground.

"I will make sure they are safe," Stefan reassured her, earning himself a glare.

"Do you expect me to trust you? After everything that happened today? You tortured my brother, you fed on my friend, and killed another one! I can't even look you in the eye right now. You disgust me."

"Elena," Damon called urgently, wanting to grab her attention, and keep her from screwing this up. Nobody could know for how long Stefan would remain calm.

"No, it's okay, Damon, don't worry. I can understand why Elena feels this way, I wouldn't expect anything else from her at this point. It doesn't change our deal. Go to Damon, Elena," Stefan said taking a step back to put more distance between them.

Elena couldn't help but raise her eyebrow… his reactions, his expressions… they looked genuine, but were they?

Damon could see her indecision as her gaze trailed, and lingered on the parlor. What exactly had happened in there? Who was in there apart from her brother?

"I will take them home, Elena," he said in a strong voice "but first I need you to come out here, so that I can take you somewhere safe."

"Okay," Elena whispered, finally starting to approach him, slowly, carefully, her eyes always fixed on Stefan. She was shaken, that much he could tell, but at least she was physically unharmed. The blood on her dress didn't seem to be hers, and there were no visible wounds on her.

She was only three steps away from Damon now, three steps away from the person who was representing safety, and warmth, and shelter.

"Come to me, Elena," Damon encouraged her, his tone bordering plea. But he couldn't care at that point. He had made clear how strongly he felt for her, and anyway, that wasn't the time to be concerned about their relationship.

Her heart fluttered when she realized how close she was to him, and when she saw from the corner of her eye Stefan leaning against the wall, his head hanging low on his chest, she knew that she had been wrong. There was no trap. She was safe. Damon had once again come to her rescue, he had saved her life. A tiny smile tugged on her lips as she moved her legs, a smile that was soon mirrored by Damon. It was over, it was really over.

He saw the intention in her eyes, he recognized the way she positioned her body, and he opened his arms wide, preparing to accept her in them. Her smile transitioned into a radiating grin, her pace quickening, her high heels taking the second step.

Only one more step, Elena thought, leaping forwards.

But instead of finding herself into Damon's secure warm embrace, Elena collided with an invisible barrier. Panic rose inside of her, as she pushed her palms against the firm wall that kept her from protection, that kept her from Damon.

"No, no, no, no, no," they chanted in unison, desperate eyes staring at each other, hands that should have been touching, pressing against the barrier instead.

Stefan's booming laughter echoed through the house, and it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads.

Elena's lower lip started trembling as she understood that her suspicions had in fact just been confirmed. Stefan had played them, both of them. He had made them believe that he was giving up, that he would let her go. But that was nowhere near the truth…

"You know I found hilarious the fact that you have been considered the bad brother for so long," Stefan said as he walked closer "but all it took to fool you was some stupid story of us bonding again. Who are you?"

"Stefan, I swear to God, if you are going to h…" Damon started saying, dark veins popping out around his eyes.

"Do tell me, Damon. What are you going to do if I hurt her?" Stefan demanded, blurring in front of a trembling Elena, and removing her vervain necklace in a swift move.

Elena shrieked as the chain broke through the skin on the back of her neck, and she walked backwards, in a feeble effort to stay away from Stefan. He had already too much power over her, but now… without the vervain, she was absolutely helpless. He could make her do anything he wanted, and there was nothing her, or anybody else could do to stop him.

"You know, Elena, when Damon first came into town," Stefan went on, grabbing her arm, and turning her around, so that his body was firmly pressed against her backside. "He suggested that we both came after you, that we fed on you, that we killed you, together."

Damon growled. "Don't listen to him, Elena."

"Do you deny saying it?" Stefan asked, as he gently moved Elena's hair to the side.

"It doesn't matter, Damon," Elena whispered quietly.

"Indeed it doesn't matter…" Stefan agreed with a sigh. "Because you are now too soft for my liking, Damon, so unfortunately, or fortunately, I will have to carry on that plan on my own."

Elena gasped as Stefan bit down on her neck, not as harshly as a few days ago, but still painfully enough. He was taking his time, it was obvious that he didn't want to kill her too soon.

Damon forced his body against the barrier, knowing that it wouldn't make any difference, he would never make it inside. A tear slowly ran down the side of his face as Elena's wide eyes focused on his own.

"I am sorry, Damon," she mouthed at him, knowing that this could very well be the last time she would get to see him, so she had to say these things to him, even though she found it particularly hard to focus on anything else other than her throbbing neck. "I am sorry that I didn't trust you, I am sorry that I hurt you. I am sorry that I will never be able to fix this. I am sorry."

"I will save you." Damon whispered back putting in his words as much conviction as he could. Who was it that he was trying to persuade?

"No, you won't. But it's okay. Because this is my fault. I deserve this."

Damon, shook his head in disagreement, but before he could reply, his attention was fixed on Stefan, who was finally pulling back from Elena's wounded flesh.

"Mmm, that's enough for now, I think," he muttered, licking his lips. "Brother, it's a shame I can't trust you to share this delectable blood with me. So, why don't you just… run along while me and Elena have a little fun?"

The door closed loudly, leaving a dizzy Elena and a hopeless Damon on its opposite sides, so close to each other, but so tortuously far away.

They say everything will be okay in the end.

And if it's not okay, then it's not the end.

But what happens when beyond a shadow of a doubt it is the end?

And it's horrible, and painful, and heartbreaking… but there is absolutely nothing you can do to change it?

Holding on to hope is a good thing. It can give you strength, the power to keep fighting…

But at some point, it is time for you to face reality.

And sometimes, that reality might not be as bright as hope made it appear.

So, I'm basically trying to write Ripper-Stefan as a devious little monster whom no one can fully understand, not even his own brother. Damon had mentioned it in "Defense mechanisms", that ripper Stefan's head is a dark dark place he can't figure out. Here, we got the proof. Damon didn't realize that Stefan was toying with him, Elena and their emotions.

I wanted to make the last scene very tragic, with Elena and Damon actually believing that they were safe, and abruptly coming to the conclusion that their torture is far from over. I hope I succeeded.

Hm, what else… Matt died. We didn't have the chance to get to know him in this story, there was no time for that. But his death was hard for me to write, anyway. Something is telling me that the next chapter will be even worse to finish…

Anyway, Jeremy has been silent, I know. I haven't forgotten he is there, but since he has suffered more serious injuries than the others, I think it's expected that he would be unconscious for longer.

Anna and Pearl! I couldn't leave them out of this story, now, could I? I am pretty sure you have all realized how much I love our tiny vampire!

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