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She Was Cast Out for Being Too Fragile — Until the Lonely Vampire Built Her a Home by Moonlight

She Was Cast Out for Being Too Fragile — Until the Lonely Vampire Built Her a Home by Moonlight If you like our stories check it out 👉http://youtube.com/channel/VampireLeg... The year is 1840, and in a small village nestled between dark forests and forgotten hills, there exists a cruelty that no one speaks of but everyone practices. Elara Whitmore, twenty-three years old with porcelain skin that bruises like fruit and bones that fracture from the smallest fall, has lived her entire life as the village's burden. Born with a condition that makes her body as delicate as spun glass, she's been called cursed, worthless, a waste of food and space. Her own family, the Whitmores, who once held minor standing in the village, have grown tired of her fragility. After her mother's death three years prior, her father remarried a woman who saw Elara as nothing more than dead weight. Tonight, on the coldest evening of October, they've made their decision. Elara stands in the town square with a small cloth bag containing a single dress, a wooden comb her mother gave her, and a piece of stale bread. Her father won't meet her eyes. Her stepmother's face is stone. The village elder declares her too weak to contribute, too expensive to maintain, and therefore cast out by unanimous decision. No one protests. No one even looks sad. Elara's hands tremble not from fear but from the weight of her own bag, and as she walks toward the forest edge, she knows she won't survive the night. The woods are forbidden for a reason. Wolves hunt there. Bandits hide there. And something else, something the villagers whisper about only in daylight, lives in the ruins of Thornhaven Manor three miles deep into those woods. They say a creature dwells there, something that was once a man but has lived for centuries drinking blood and collecting the darkness. Elara doesn't care about the stories anymore. Death in the forest seems kinder than the slow starvation of being unwanted. She walks into the trees as the sun sets, and the last thing she hears from the village is the sound of the gate closing behind her. DISCLAIMER: The stories presented on this channel are works of fiction, crafted purely for entertainment. Any likeness to real-life events, people, or circumstances is completely accidental. These tales are not meant to mirror or reference any actual situations, individuals, or entities. 🔔 Don't forget to subscribe and hit the notification bell to stay updated with my stories!