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Fight Not Flight
Brandon POV My rage was barely contained, and so was my beast. This was something else I needed to tell Victoria, but she was in a fragile mental state at the moment. Would she accept him as willingly as she had accepted me? That inner demon of mine that only belonged to vampire royalty? He was going to emerge during the battle. I could feel his rage. That nameless, chaotic, vicious side of me that would only take over if I lost control. He's the reason I never got attached to anyone. The reason I seem so calm all the time. Because he's been waiting to come out since the day I was born. My father used his version of his beast regularly and enjoyed terrifying the humans, especially for All-Hallows Eve. He was a bit less compassionate than I was. Okay, a LOT less compassionate than I was.
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