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Little bird
"What's should we do with you my little bird." Darren coped "feed your pet ezeakiel's heart to you?" he asked and ran a blade sharp fingernail along Alice's porciline cheek. "How about I run you through on a stake but keep you alive to feel the pain for many more days. Drain you of your blood then replace it in your veins?" he smiled showing his fangs as he became lost in the wonderful prospect of how to torture and kill alice.
Ezeakiel strained against his restraints but only ended up causing more blood to seep from the cuts made in his wrists by the sharp metal cuffs that bound him. "N-No! Alice! Don't touch her!" he shouted desprately at Darren. "Alice stay strong! Don't give into him!" he struggled again and found that his blood had helped to slip a hand free. He reached out toward her but he was too far away. Though he could see the defeat and pain that are at her.
She turned a pleading icy crimson gaze to ezeakiel, "don't sacrifice yourself. Please live. For me..." her soft words were cut short by a piercing scream of hollow agony, sarren had apparently decided to go with the stake idea as he drove an elongated sharper piece of wood into her stomach. He twisted it as he pushed it deeper into her flesh.
Darren laughed manicaly his eyes full of temptous bloodlust and an unreachable need for hearing the endless song of this little bird crying. He ran his tongue over his teeth and half closed his eyes in bliss. "Yes. Yes sing for me little bird. What a glorious song it will be!" he laughed and three his hands up in the air. "Such a sweet and perfectly content music I make of you!" he exclaimed happily.
Ezeakiel strained against his restraints but only ended up causing more blood to seep from the cuts made in his wrists by the sharp metal cuffs that bound him. "N-No! Alice! Don't touch her!" he shouted desprately at Darren. "Alice stay strong! Don't give into him!" he struggled again and found that his blood had helped to slip a hand free. He reached out toward her but he was too far away. Though he could see the defeat and pain that are at her.
She turned a pleading icy crimson gaze to ezeakiel, "don't sacrifice yourself. Please live. For me..." her soft words were cut short by a piercing scream of hollow agony, sarren had apparently decided to go with the stake idea as he drove an elongated sharper piece of wood into her stomach. He twisted it as he pushed it deeper into her flesh.
Darren laughed manicaly his eyes full of temptous bloodlust and an unreachable need for hearing the endless song of this little bird crying. He ran his tongue over his teeth and half closed his eyes in bliss. "Yes. Yes sing for me little bird. What a glorious song it will be!" he laughed and three his hands up in the air. "Such a sweet and perfectly content music I make of you!" he exclaimed happily.
naughty naughty little one
She lay harmlessly in her little bed while her mother read a book. Her golden blonde hair formed a messy halo around Her head. And her dark blue eyes held a look of wonder and curiosity.
"I see the moon and moon see me, the moon sees somebody i wanna see." her mother sang the lulling softly while she smiled down at her baby girl from her book. "Goodnight cassy. I saw the moon and the moon saw me the moon saw somebody i wanted to see, goodnight baby." she finished and slowly stood from her chair and left the room after turning off the lights.
Cassy smiled and her tiny teeth glinted in the moonlight as pointed fangs. He eyes darkened to the same black shade of the midnight sky. Her skin paled and she stood on her wobbly little legs, "I see the moon." she giggled as she sang the lullaby. "The moon sees me, the moon sees somebody I wanna see." She was out of her bed and taking small steps after her mother.
Every window she passed cracked, every house plant she glanced at stifled and died, then she came up behind her mother.
(i leave the rest to your imagination!!!)
"I see the moon and moon see me, the moon sees somebody i wanna see." her mother sang the lulling softly while she smiled down at her baby girl from her book. "Goodnight cassy. I saw the moon and the moon saw me the moon saw somebody i wanted to see, goodnight baby." she finished and slowly stood from her chair and left the room after turning off the lights.
Cassy smiled and her tiny teeth glinted in the moonlight as pointed fangs. He eyes darkened to the same black shade of the midnight sky. Her skin paled and she stood on her wobbly little legs, "I see the moon." she giggled as she sang the lullaby. "The moon sees me, the moon sees somebody I wanna see." She was out of her bed and taking small steps after her mother.
Every window she passed cracked, every house plant she glanced at stifled and died, then she came up behind her mother.
(i leave the rest to your imagination!!!)
torture and tea
I gasped for breath my thoughts slowing my vision blurring and my heart pounding. I could feel myself drowning, feel the water mixed with my own blood filling my mouth with the taste of matalic rust. Then my eyes closed and my I could hear my heart. THUMP. the sound was loud in my ears and it hurt my head, THUMP. With each time my heart bear it pumped more of my crimson blood into the water. THUMP. I desprately tried to take a breath only to choke on the liquid combination that I was drowning in. THUMP. I reached a hand toward the surface above me, my fingertips brushed air. If only I could grasp it and being the oh so important oxygen that my lungs cured for back down under the water. THUMP. another wave of pain rushed through my body as harshly as a torent of swirling waved crashing into a desolate beech. THUMP. My mouth gales open and my lungs contracted one more time. Before I sucummbed to the ever tempting darkness of death. I saw no light, I saw nothing.
"I bet she will regret this..." said a muffled voice somewhere above me. I still couldn't breath I still felt like I under the bloody water, THUMP. "All for a cup of tea." said the voice. It was familiar and hard to place so stopped trying.
"Let the bratt die." seethed another voice, "no wait...let her wake up. Then lets keep her alive and see what she can take." this voice was more violent and sent chills down my already frozen spine. I didn't open my eyes. And I didn't hear my heart bear anymore. Instead I died.
"I bet she will regret this..." said a muffled voice somewhere above me. I still couldn't breath I still felt like I under the bloody water, THUMP. "All for a cup of tea." said the voice. It was familiar and hard to place so stopped trying.
"Let the bratt die." seethed another voice, "no wait...let her wake up. Then lets keep her alive and see what she can take." this voice was more violent and sent chills down my already frozen spine. I didn't open my eyes. And I didn't hear my heart bear anymore. Instead I died.