Introducing, Angelo's backstory.
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A black haired boy with shinning sky blue eyes walked through the streets of Oslo. He and his partners had just moved to Norway a few weeks ago from their home in Naples, Italy. They moved because his mother had family up in Norway and they figured the boy should meet the other part of his family.

Suddenly, he stopped walking, and looked around. He pushed his square glasses up his nose. He had an odd feeling that he was being watched, yet it was nighttime. Who didn't get that feeling at the evening hours at least once. He decided to shrug it off and continued walking again.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He went wide eyed and looked to his side. And what he saw, came straight out of a horror novel. Fangs razor sharp, crimson eyes that struck fear, skin white has snow, and pale blond hair.

A vampire.

The vampire smirked against his neck, sucking blood. Then, he paused, and pulled away.

"What's your name?"

"A-Angelo." He squeaked.

"Angelo, Angelo," the vampire tested the name before laughing. "Means angel, right? Well, you certainly aren't an angel now. And you never will be." He hit Angelo in the back of his head hard enough to knock him out.

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Angelo woke up in the hospital, doctors surrounded him. Yet... He wasn't the same boy he was a few hours ago. His mind was clouded. And he was hungry.

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Bodies of the medical staff surrounded him. By now, he has snapped out of his daze. He found a mirror in the hospital room. He couldn't believe what he saw. This wasn't him. Pale complexion, strawberry blond hair, blood red eyes, fangs. And he could see perfectly. Without his glasses.

Blood smeared his face and dripped from his fangs. This wasn't him, this was a monster.

That other vampire was right, there's no hope of him being an angel now. Other then perhaps one that fell... A fallen angel.

L'angelo caduto ((the fallen angel))