AN: Thanks goes to all my reviewers like-- Big time! Without tu all, I wouldn't even continue this. Seriously! You're that important to me! I freaking amor tu all! So, now, here is the expected: Chapter 3.

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Christina sighed. She was tired. They were all tired. They had been waiting for this Dracula to mostrar himself for the past five hours. And guess what? The bastard hadn't shown up yet.

Christina yawned, popping her neck as she rubbed her eyes, and took anther shot of absinthe. She shuddered as the strong alchohol went down her throat. She...

AN: Credit for this goes to CyD12 for giving me the idea to write a totally different fan fiction from what I would usually write. Well, here it is, and I hope tu like it.

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She walked swiftly, her black boots echoing across the pavement of the New York area. A black hat covering her face, she was wearing a normal, but out of place outfit: Green and black army pants, black tank top, leather chaqueta and her black boots of course. She glanced behind her. No one. Excellent. No one is following tu for once. She smirked inwardly at this, and continued...