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[Balour Copan]

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The spear through my right shoulder pinned me to the wall. If these walls could talk they would tell a story of a family that loved and enjoyed life. It would shed tears of joy for all the happy times that had gone on. The tears would now be of agony though. The agony and pain of loss, the loss of life and of cheer that once filled the meek little house.

The walls are not the only one who cried, though the tears that filled Balour's eyes were not tears of pain from the spear pinning him to the wall. The tears were for his wife and son, slain at the hands of that bloodsucker. We were merely a farm family. Why did this happen. Raced through my mind.
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Screams filled the room as I woke from the nightmare that seemed to be a nightly dream. Sweat soaked my under shirt and stained the wood of my oak rocking chair. I cannot sleep there is much to do. I will have my vengeance and my Malory and Shane will have their justice. I will sleep when its finished.

As I washed off from the haunting dream, plots began to fill my head. Plots of how to start with the repayment. I would not only kill this vampire, but I would make her feel the pain I did. Though I think her soulless and detached, I know that everyone has something they love. And she is no exception.