WALKING DEAD GIRL

I was seventeen years old the first time I died.

This is not a story about love. There is no happy ending. There is only darkness, and the struggle to avoid being consumed by it.

This is a story about survival.

When I was first taken, I thought that my ending had arrived, a smirk on his mouth and bloodlust alight in his beautiful eyes. I waited to die, to be torn apart by sharp teeth and vicious hands.

And I did die.

I just didn't expect to wake up afterward.

THE VESSEL

I may be flesh and bone, but my smile hides my corruption.
I may look like a girl, but inside I’m a monster.

I was taken. I was turned.

And I was saved.

I was so achingly close to escaping. To returning to my old life. But one mistake came back to haunt me, and now I'm trapped in a nightmare.

VAMPIRELAND #3 : COMING 2018

Mia's story continues...