Immortal Kiss Chapter 9 (RusPrus Vampire AU)Ivan stood up for what felt like the first time in weeks, he could feel the blessing give way. It was as though a constricting band had been lifted from his chest. He walked over to the bars, his heart set on throwing them as far away as he could. Being cooped up had not taken a toll on his strength, but the hunger had. No matter, he could still do considerable damage. He was about to grab them when he heard the footsteps. The shorter blonde with the British drawl descended the stairs and walked up to the cell.More Like This
Ivan smirked when he noticed a red mark on the man's neck "Nice love bite, although mine are usually a bit harder. Let me guess, that Texan? I saw the way you looked at him." The Brit nodded stiffly "Yes, but what's between us is not of concern to you". Ivan laughed slightly "Of course it is, I have very little entertainment stuck here. He's cute, in a hick sort of way. Not really my type, though". Arthur's glare got colder "I know what your type is, you sick bastard. Does this
I got so stressed I snappedIn my dream.More Like This
I got so stressed that I snapped in my dream.
Oh damn, it was one of those earthquake moments where everything builds up and you explode. Yeah.
I get scary when that happens to me. I think what happened was I was at some sort of party and someone cut one of my claws nails when I wasn't looking and oh damn I got pissed off (do you have any idea how long it takes to grow these claws I broke one like two months ago and it's still catching up to the rest even with trimming). I kicked him in the crotch like five times. And I was wearing heels. HEELS. AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. yes I know I was fabulous
Seriously though I know I was scary because I was going off just insane. And I KNOW I was scary because Zehnder was there with me. And I scared him. Yeah I scared Zehnder because I was so damn pissed off.
He's like twice my height and he just looked down at me like 'Y-you wanna go kill someone . . ?'
Thanks Zehndy I love ya bro XD
That helped though, snapping in dream. Next time y
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You are born with twisted feet
and a pockmark on your chest.
Your poor mother is drenched in sweat,
straining to breathe,
thanking God that it's over.
She cradles you in her arms
and kisses your forehead with curved lips.
Your father reaches out to hold you
but has to pause because
your mother will not release you yet.
The family pays a visit,
hovering in awe, praising, laughing.
You look around for someone to blame.
When you learn to write
you use all the wrong letters
because you feel sorry for the ones
that get left out, like X and Z.
And you wear mismatched clothes
because you don't like the idea that
only certain colors "go together."
The first time you are punched
in the face it is by a girl with pigtails and braces.
You're sitting on a swing,
digging your toes into the dirt,
when she approaches
and says she thinks you're weird.
You tell her she's even weirder, and her fist
goes sailing into your jaw.
You're red and sore for two days.
You meet your first crush