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Published:
2024-10-07
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2025-01-06
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4/?
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Until the end of time

Summary:

Neil Perry,
A man with normal looks.Only his tooth looked more like fangs than canines.His nails long and sharp perfect to scratch you,his pale skin,glooming in the dark like the eyes of a bat.

Todd Anderson,
Such a normal boy.Blonde hair going over his eyes from time to time.Eyes blue like the sea,aligned white teeth smelling like mint.

Those two boys,completely different.One was a blood sucking creature,able to kill somebody in an instant just for his survival.The other one,shy,calm studying poetry at Welton academy.

What could possibly happen?

Notes:

First chapter don’t expect much of this story!!
Basically Neil was never friend with the dead poet society.He died in 1935 so nobody knows him now in 1959.They will meet soon tho!!

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Chapter 1: Introduction!

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Dead,That’s what he was or at least supposed to be.Waking up after being brutally murdered by your own father wasn’t casual.He was confused,the moon was crashing on his skin and the grass was flooded with the rain that just passed.He sat up,his sharp nails gripping the sides of the strange box he was in,the cold hair hitting his nose like a tidal wave.He looked back,behind him was a cross.

 


NEIL PERRY

(1917-1935)

 


How long as it been?
Where was his mom?

What year were we in?
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1959.

Dead,that’s what he wished he could be.He wasn’t popular,he wasn’t pretty,neither smart.The only thing he was good at was poetry,what would Jeff think of him?The Anderson Family reputed for being successful,Jeffrey Anderson was studying medicine,Todd Anderson was just writing stupid poems in his room alone.Wishing he would be able to read them out loud at a dead poet society meeting soon.He was lucky that he didn’t have a roommate this year.