[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/y9wDJyb.jpg[/img][/center][center][h1] [color=00aeef]Cole Hayes [/color][/h1][/center]

Cole had heard the stories of how his father had been cursed thus starting the bane on his existence. He was almost ready to go. It was that time of year where it was still light out when he had to go to work. There was not one inch of his life that this curse didn't effect. He was determined that at some point he would find a relative of the witch's that could undo the curse.

Cole pulled the cape around him and covered his face entirely. He wore sunglasses under the cape and it allowed him to peep out to see the direction to walk in. All of his skin was covered and he ducked down so as not to put too much strain on his eyes. It was still weird for him to be stared at all of the time and it bothered him that he had to drink blood to live. This over the years had been a serious inconvenience. He didn't like the taste. People looked at him like he was disgusting and no woman would date a man who drank blood. Cole was desperate. He would find that witch's family. He had to.

As he got off work he drove by the house again. He knew the girl there was a relative of the witch's. He decided today he was going to stop and speak to her. He got out of the car and knocked on her door.

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