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Running was Ziva’s only option. If her brother caught her she knew that she would never have a chance to help her humans and as she sprinted away from the vampire who wanted to kill her she kept their faces at the forefront of her mind. There had been a time, before she’d visited her first auction, that she’d dreamed of ending it all, but she didn’t have the courage. Now she had people she cared about, who cared for her in return, things were very different, so she kept running even though her lungs were burning. When she got to the train station she’d be safe, at least for a while.
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