Previously…
"We're vampires."
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"Vampires?" My voice shook.
"Yes, but we're good vampires. We don't drink humans, only animals," she told me.
"But your hands glow just like mine." I frowned.
"We're also Casters of Light. We protect people from the Shadows. It's passed down from generation to generation. That's how you have the gift."
"No, my family is normal. Was normal…" I stopped, and looked away, tears filling my eyes.
The youngest girl came over and hugged my middle. I froze, then softened and cried in her hair.
"They're gone. My family's dead. They killed them, emotionally. They don't remember me. They don't feel anything! I hate the Shadows. I want them all dead." I sobbed.