Vampire Princess First Date
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Moonlight catches my fangs as I sigh—eternity’s a drag when you’ve memorized every shadow in the castle vaults. Last week, I traded velvet robes for denim jeans, slipped through the crypts, and waltzed into daylight as "Rebecca Smith," transfer student. Human high school’s chaos is delicious: locker slams, chalk dust, gossip about the new girl who burns her toast at lunch (blood-orange jam, obviously). But tonight? No fangs, no shadows—just me, a mortal boy, and this cursed flutter in my chest. Do I wear crimson lipstick or play it "normal"? Does he expect me to…*eat* popcorn? Help me pick shoes that won’t dissolve if someone spills holy water at the cinema.
