It must’ve involved witchcraft of blood magic of some sort, you were sure.
You met them at a bar one night. Your ex-boyfriend had been bugging you again, sending you countless text messages bitching and moaning about how you should give him another chance. Gods, as if. He still lived in his parent’s home, didn’t have a job, and would act like it’s somehow your goddamn job to take care of him.
You were so frustrated that you felt like downing a bottle of vodka or seven, and so, you came to your favourite bar. You met a short – but incredibly attractive – man there, Levi his name was. And good fucking god were you hooked the moment you spoke to him.
You weren’t sure what it was about him – maybe it was his damnably handsome face, or his godly body, or maybe the way he spoke. There was just something about his crappy sense of humour that really intrigued you.
The two of you w
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"Look! There she is! The Ice Queen!"
"Shhh, you idiot! Do you want her to kill us with her glare?!"
You sighed. That one expiration drew a heavy tension in the cafeteria hall as fellow recruits paused, food trays trembling in hand. To all the others, it looked like you sighed in annoyance, and when you turned towards the person who claimed you could "kill with a glare," he fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEEE!!!"
You sighed again as he took this as a sign to get the fuck away before you murdered him. But the truth was, you were sighing in dejection.
It was absolutely hopeless. No one would ever understand you.
You were the shyest, girliest member of the Survey Corps, but to everyone else, you were the strongest, most ruthless, emotionless Cadet. Even Corporal Levi was only able to
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"Where am I?" you groaned, the scent of sea water invading your nostrils.
You laid on what appeared to be a beach in the middle of nowhere. "How the hell did I get here?!" you half yelled half whispered out loud. Then you remembered.
------- Flash Back----------
You and your best friend Arthur Kirkland were goofing around in his basement. Well, you were doing most of the goofing.
You already new that Arthur was a country, England to be exact. You teased him sometimes about being old, but not enough to hurt his feelings.
Arthur's basement looked like a wizards layer. He had potions, spell books and wands. He wore a long black cloak around his thin shoulders. He was showing you how to create small balls of light, but you weren't paying much attention. You were leaning your elbow against the cluttered wooden desk and began to close your
You were one of the most popular models for Victoria's Secret, the biggest American retailer for lingerie, which you occasionally found hard to believe even after seeing dozens of pictures of yourself on the covers of various magazines. You’d wanted to become a model from ever since you were a teenager but never thought that your dream could come true because you weren't as tall or skinny as most models.
However, your interview at a modelling agency went well and they provided you with a stoic faced but supportive manager called Levi who encouraged you to use your unorthodox looks to your advantage by standing out from the other models in the fashion industry. It was thanks to his busy schedules and impressive portfolios that you managed to bag a three year contract with Victoria's Secret and became a Victoria's Secret Angel.
You were currently getting ready to be the showstopper for a fashion sh
Your voice couldn’t find purchase on the blank walls and reverberated through the empty streets. You were on the phone with your worrywart of a father. Despite the fact you had moved out over three months ago, he always found it was necessary to call you regularly just to make sure you weren’t dead.
But you were twenty-two years old; you were perfectly capable of handling yourself! You knew he meant well, but gods above, sometimes you just wanted the man to leave you be. Currently he’d been talking your ear off about getting home safe. You’d only just got off work and the sun had long since set. Your father, bless his soul, had known all too well of the unfriendly part of the neighbourhood you lived in.
“And make sure you have your pepper spray ready! Do you have your pepper spray? The one I sent you?”
“Yes dad, you sent me like fifty of them,” you replied exasperatedly.
“Good, good!” he praised.