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she sat there on the cold coblestone path, letting the moonlight mingle with the stream of blood flowing from the infinite amount of bite marks. The road seemed to drag on forever, as far as she could see however; the light of the street lamps seemed to bounce off the cold just to skew her vision. With a small shudder she looked back to the empty darkness of the forest with a sigh,
"There will come a day when I make you call me master."
She repeated in her head as she fell into a deep heartless black oblivion of heated dreams.
 Teardrops_of_Ivy · Sat Apr 22, 2006 @ 08:15am · 0 Comments |
