Ask no answers and be told no lies. "Who are you really, Lyra?" She wouldn't answer.
What you didn't get to see in Chapter 10.
It was here, in my room. Somewhere, skittering along on its eight spindly legs.
Girls. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
Silly Octavia, Vinyl's not a vampire, right?
A story written under the influence of pain medication - literally a crackfic.
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