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Arturo shook his head slowly " Just me, it's been just me for years. So many years" he paused as she picked up a hammer. He flinched expecting to be hit or even to be put out of his misery. " My master is the person who stole me when I was seven years old. Ripped me from the clutches of my mother and threw me down here."

He slid the shackle of his wrist wincing in pain as the blood crusted ring fell of his hand, he licked his wrist trying to clean it the best he could. " How long ago did you buy this house? When was it put up for sale?" Perhaps this would give him a better idea of what was going on. His head titled to the side like a dog.

" They didn't tell you who owned the house? You know about vampires? " he added shuffling closer to her so he could sniff her the best he could. In case she was a fake.

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