A Vampire's Bite
A girl walking down a dark alley,
With no apparent end to her continuous path
Suddenly running into the most stunning man she's ever seen
They talk,
She gazes into his amazing eye's,
He run's his fingers slowly through her hair as they talk
She's confused and scared but is frozen in place
Him slowly walking toward her a little bit at a time
Closer and closer
She get's uncomfortable and step's back
As he simultaneously moves forward
She get's startled when she realizes she's against the wall
He's so close to her she can feel his breath on her neck
She is so amazed at his beauty that she can't even think about running
He slowly move's his head closer to her neck
She tries to get away but he's to fast
He grab's her wrist's and hold's them to the wall
She feels his long white fang's hit her neck but not yet does he pierce her vein
She closes her eye's hoping she's imagining everything that's happening
Until suddenly she feels a sharp pain that snaps her back to reality
Slowly one drop of blood run's down the side of her neck
She starts to grow faint
As she feels the blood run down her neck
Slowly she drift's in and out of consciousness
Until suddenly everything's black
She can't move
Or breathe
Something's wrong with her
She can't see
She then realizes
She's no longer moving in that continuous path
Everything's come to a halt
Could it be
That she's............
Dead.....













Comments
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
Still, Im Happy As A Lycan
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A Dangerously Insane Induvidual
Possibly The Most Awsome Clock In The World
[link]
By Being Emo/Gay/Religious You Are Not Special.
You Are Equily As Worthless As Everyone Else
don't bite to hard okay
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It is good to have an end to journey towards,
but it is the journey that matters in the end.
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
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There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
--
It is good to have an end to journey towards,
but it is the journey that matters in the end.
--
There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
--
It is good to have an end to journey towards,
but it is the journey that matters in the end.
--
There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
"Gabrielle Zevin"
~Olivia~
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