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"Hmmm." thought Lord Fred, as he used the ten foot high sign to help pull
himself up. "This Sunnydale must be a capital city, for all it's size and
complexity. Probably of the lands of wherever that Buffina girl came
from." Fred was on a cobblestoned road that led down a hill. Single dwellings lined most of it, combined with a few speciality shops. All were shuttered tight, a few lanterns glowing in the night. The rest of the town spread out from there, as if this one road was a tail of an animal. Suddenly a man stepped out from behind the sign. Lord Fred drew his weapon. How odd, he should have heard the man's breathing. The leather-clad character grinned at him. His albinoish hair stood straight up, as if clawing for the moon above. His dark coat was swept back to accent the red of his vest and the pleated white of his shirt. Then Fred realized something. The man was not breathing. It could only mean one thing... Whampir. The living dead. The souless predators who suck the blood of the living. Fred's sword was in his hand automatically.
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