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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟?. 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠, 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕤𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕞, 𝕝𝕖𝕨𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪.
𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕪𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪, ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪, 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕪, 𝔹𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪, 𝕊𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤,𝕋𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪,𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝔸𝕓𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪, 𝔸𝕣𝕥 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕥.

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It was a hot summer night, the moon shined so brightly into the sky, when you had looked upon it, it almost seemed to shimmer. Seemingly like dust had shrouded it so, illuminating around it, casting brilliant shadows upon every plant, creature and person who walked the cool night.  The sky was clear, showing the twinkling stars that could rival the moon for the spotlight in the midnight blue sky. The air was so fresh, so cool, you could simply walk bare and feel not the least bit embarrassed.  While there were no real signs of greens to be shown, the ground had a sand-like quality to it, and since it was mainly dark outside, the creatures that the dirt had brought in, scattered around, free from the morning predators.  The silence had been broken by the sound of boisterous yelling and even the occasional gun shooting that shot through the air, sending the inhibitions packing. It came from a lone bar just to the right of the area, different coloured motorcycles were held up by the bars under them, some had been locked, while others were hoisted up against one another. If either had been removed they all surely would fall. The mixes of blacks, reds and silvers were the main colours of the bikes themselves. The Silvers stood out like a sore thumb into the night, but the blacks and reds kept hidden well. The bar itself looked like an old western saloon, with two doors that opened up at the front, two glass windows on each side of the bar, that shined out with the lights from the bar and cast shadows of the many people who entered, complete with a wooden deck. The wood looked shockingly old, it left people in awe that it had not broken down to dust, or had termites trying to gnaw away at the wood itself for food. The moon shined directly behind the old place, casting a long and harsh shadow across the deserted looking area. Slowly, two black buckled, high heeled boots had trodden the ground beneath them and moved to the rather lively bar, and coming to the door, two slender hands pushed against the wooden doors, the stranger slowly made their way into the bar, the doors swinging closed behind them and they were met with angry eyes upon them. The inside of the bar was dimly lit, with a way to the top of the bar on the right side, stairs leading up to several rooms with enough space for many.  A stage with a black finish for the floor beneath the band with velvet curtains pulled back thusly. The bartender, a gruff looking fellow with a slick crew cut that was his hair, narrowed his eyes a bit at the stranger, spitting once as he washes out the glass he had been tenderly content with for some minutes, following the motion of the other rather gruff looking men inside the bar. Many types of liquors were behind him, some had been taken down for the tastes of the men inside the dim looking environment. Seven or Ten tables were scattered around the main entrance, having three chairs to each of them. They too, looked quite old, indicating that this place had been up for many years and they had no means of changing into something a tad more modern. Some of the men had placed down their cold mug of beer, ice melting and making a round stain on the table, while other's had stared at the stranger up and down, and others played with their many dangerous looking weapons before them.
Slowly, the stranger lifted their hands, gripping the thick hood of the black cloak they wore around themselves to shield from the cool night air, just in case it been harsher for the journey. Pulling the cloak back, thick curly long dark chocolate brown locks cascaded themselves down their shoulders, emerald green eyes stared in amusement, mauve full lips sneered in delight at the attention that was upon them, It was Luljeta, who was not just out for a midnight walk. Slowly, she unties the small strings around her cloak and grips the fabric to remove it from her shoulders, sliding it gently off her and tossing it to the side, over the back of a chair beside the door.  The gypsy looks back towards the men, she offers a rather sweet innocent smile towards them, staring at each one before she cooe's out "You have something I want."  She purses her lips together before offering another smile, continuing "And...I want to have it back."  When the men look at her, some begin to chuckle at her gumption and her rather shocking boldness that a woman would come into such a place, dressed as Luljeta was. Having on her plaid skirt, with the colours scarlet and a lighter shade of scarlet that blended into it. Showing her midriff and shoulders, and enough leg to make them turn into a hot red riding hood cartoon wolf,  howling nonsensically before smashing themselves with a sludge hammer.  But it was their blind arrogance of underestimating the woman, that would be their downfall. One of the men had raised himself up, he looked to be a heavy set fellow, wearing a black long sleeved jacket and black boots to match, with tight torn jeans and a red dirtied shirt, most likely from bar fights he had many a time. Complete with a comb-over that barely left anything to the imagination, he wiped his index finger under his moustached nose and approached Luljeta, he had to be at least 6,3, towering over her with an arrogant smirk plastered across his full face. Dark eyes scanned her body with barely concealed lust, but the petite woman just arched a slender brow at him, that sweet smile still on her lips as he retorts with a husky tone " Well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. Aint ya cold in that get up little missy?." The men start to chuckle, staring at Luljeta, who looks at her attire, her emerald green eyes narrowing as she stares at herself and then looking back up at the husky man, she lets a small grin cross her lips, a seductive look flashes on her face, and she slowly moves her arms down her body, gripping at her skirt gently, a low honey like retort entered his ears as she stared up at him "Why, no.  In fact, I have many ways to keep myself, how you say, comfy..cosy." Her lips had pursed together at the last sentence, her Romanian accent was thick and it seemed to do well on the crowd, you could feel the tension in the air, you could even plainly see the hidden agendas behind the perverted testosterone driven crowds eyes. Low growls were heard. She had them right where she wanted them. The man sneers down at her, chuckling lowly "Well, why don't you get comfy where it counts babe." He gestures to himself, but more importantly below his belt. This makes Luljeta arch a slender brow at him and looking back up at him, but only with her gaze, her head was still lowered as she tilts it a bit now, that same sweet smile coming to her lips as she retorts "..You know what I want then?." The man slowly reaches into his pocket and takes out her little black book from his pocket and waves it in front of the Gypsy's face, sneering at her, foul looking gums showing as he replies "Oh, you mean this?. If you want it, you know what you need to do babe."  Luljeta looks at the book, her eyes were narrowed and she squints slightly before grinning rather seductively, placing her hands innocently behind her back and making her way closer to him, cooeing out "Mmm..yes, I do." Gently, the Gypsy leans her hourglass body up into the man's chest, pressing softly into him and slowly yet elegantly moving her right hand up and brushing her fingertips up his jacket and to his cheek, lightly placing her palm against it and moving her lips inches away from his own, she whispers lowly "..I need to tear out your throat.." The man's eyes go wide and when he watches the woman lean herself back, her sweet expression was replaced by an ugly look of contempt, scowling lips and narrowed eyes, and before he could react she quickly grabs him by the throat and lifts him from the ground, as if the fact that the brute weighed 200 pounds meant nothing to her. That ugly scowl was still on her face, never changing as he struggled in the air, feet kicking, gasping for air and grasping her arm with his strong hands and trying to pry it away from his throat, but having no luck. It felt like he was trying to bend steel itself, and the more he struggled against Luljeta's grip, the more she dug her claw-like nails into his neck before finally penetrating it. Blood spurt out from the sides of his neck and the men in the bar looked on in shock and horror, the only one who remained calm, was the Gypsy herself, who focused on the task at hand. Watching as the book fell to the ground, she dug in so deep that her fingers disappeared into the fat of his neck and she was touching the tips of her fingers with her thumb. With a swift pulling motion, Luljeta yanks her blood-drenched arm back, grunting out through clenched teeth, as she tears out his throat. The man falls to the ground, a loud thud echoed the silent bar, he flopped towards the floor, eyes open, a dead stare was all that welcomed his face as his mouth hanged open from trying to grasp for what air he could.
Luljeta looks at the thick looking flesh between her fingers and in her palm and she tosses it aside, so casually, you could tell she had done it many a time before. Her cold gaze moves to the floor and she switches quickly from ungodly horrid to sweet in minutes when she bends down happily and grabs her book, skipping her fingers along the front of it, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips together, saying in a sweet voice "There you are my little treasure!. Did that mean'ol brute touch you?." She purrs to it, placing it inside her top "Do not worry, your mama Loolyeta is here now~."  The woman could feel the eyes upon her, shocked eyes, terrified eyes, running her tongue along her lower lip, she catches it once and makes a small snort of amusement escape her before letting her shoulders arch in silent laughter, it was cute, how she could feel the cowardness of the burly looking men whom she could hear moving their chairs up  in panic, the legs of the chairs all scrapping the wooden floor beneath them as they stood tall. Luljeta slowly turns herself around, her hands were placed by her sides, one drenched completely in blood that still dripped from her fingers, and the men could see the splatter of their former friends blood-drenched into her cloak, it blended in with the darkened colour, but they could still see some of it make it's way down the fabric, slowly. The Gypsy grins at the men, casting her gaze along each and every one of them, there was not much of them left, and it was growing more apparent to her that they might try and fix the problem that happened to their friend, her. Let them. Luljeta moves her head up slightly, her chin sticking out in an arrogant manner before she lets a chuckle escape her throat and speaks through the silence, nothing but the sound of the blood dripping could be heard echoing " Well. Surely you don't plan to stand there and look pretty for me." She looks between the five men, as the rest of said party, had taken their leave before blood could even be shed, her grin slowly turning into a smirk as she watches them contemplate the matter, looking at their friends body that lies sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood around him, soaking into his clothing. Luljeta lets out a small snort, and places her hands behind her back, speaking through the silence and gestures to them "I'll tell you what. I will give either of you first shot. It is, how you say, easy of the peasy, yes?." She raises up her right hand and motions with her index finger to the back of her "I will even sweeten the deal." She places her hand back behind her and cups them together, a sweet smile appearing on her face as she stands up straight now, continuing "Hands behind back. Fair?. Yes?." She looks to the men now and see's one of them begin grinning, it was the man who had been sitting behind his burly friend, he had a few scars on his face, as well as a few teeth missing. He slowly began to roll up his sleeves from his denim jacket that he wore over his dirty looking red flannel, that was loosely buttoned up, and as he rolled up his sleeves, his hairy tanned arms were revealed as well as the toned muscles from his biceps. While he appeared to be shorter then his friend, about 5,10, he made up for it in appearance alone, having short ruffled brown hair and a deadpan stare with blue eyes to accompany it. A rather cocky looking fellow as well, with the voice too match, a type of southern drawl that could replace the noise of a can opener. "Well, then lil'missy. You came to the wrong bar to pick fights in. And if you want to be manhandled so badly, well, you could have just asked." Sneering now as his quip, he looks towards his buddies and they sneer right back before he goes in and lunges towards the woman. The Gypsy stood there, an amused expression was plastered across her face, even when she had lowered her head, with a cocky raised brow of her own as he came in hot. With one swift move, Luljeta bends herself backwards, her knees were crouched down, and her neck jerked back along with her body as he swung at her, missing the opportunity to strike her entirely. The scruffy looking man goes wide-eyed, and before he could even collect his thoughts on what happened, he was struck in the jaw with her boot as Luljeta had flipped herself back, striking with her right leg and landing back on it and her left as she slowly moves herself back to a standing position, with her hands still cusped behind her back, straight, legs together and all. The tall man goes flying, landing onto one of the tables behind him, his friends moving out of the way to not be struck down by the heavy set that was their conscious friend. Landing on top of the table and rolling off of it, he takes it with him when trying to grasp for leverage and smacks into the two chairs that occupied it, making them topple over and on top of him as well. The man groans underneath of the chairs and his friends turn their heads towards the woman, who stood there with a constant wicked grin on her full lips, and with a coy little tone, she states "Well. Are you going to try and take the shot or not?." The youngest looking one of the men, gritted his teeth in rage and with one sweeping motion, he swung his body around and aimed straight for Luljeta, a loud guttural growl escaping his throat as he lunged. Luljeta swiftly moved herself out of the way to the right and as he swung around again and aimed at her, the gypsy quickly moved to the left, dodging his attacks with a jumping motion, it had almost seemed as if she was swiftly moving on just her tiptoes alone as she jumped from side to side as he swung left and right at her.
"Oops, you missed." Luljeta purrs out towards him before skipping backwards as he tries a different approach and tries grabbing the gypsy to make her stay where she is. He swings to the right again and she cooes out to him, flipping to the left "Oops missed again." As he swings a final time, Luljeta flips over him, landing on his shoulders and then pushing off of him, chuckling mockingly at him as he stumbles forward. As she lands on her feet and twirls herself around, Luljeta gives off a fake pout looking at the man as he pants, holding himself up by his knees as he places his hands on them, his back moving up and down as he breathes in deeply, all he could hear was Luljeta's fake baby voice when she cooes out to him " close.." He goes to move himself back up, but so suddenly he is kicked back down, a hissing voice ever present through his ears as the gypsy's lips were close to his ear, brushing against it, but the feeling of the heel of her boot digging into his back was making him strain to get a breath in as she lowly whispers "I'm going to make you BEG for it.." The two other men look at each other with knowing glances before nodding and lunging at the woman themselves, to which Luljeta moves up slowly from her bending position and looks over her shoulder at them. With a sneer, she flips over them and watches as they help up their wounded friend who coughs a bit as he is held up. The man growls as he is lifted and pulls his arms away from the two men, turning his head around and viciously barks out at Luljeta "Fucking bitch!. Who do you think you are!. Well, you'll be a rotting husk the time me and my men are done with you!." He sneers along with his buddies, who now had a whole new look to them, they seemed much more confident in the fact they would be attacking her together and not separately, chuckling to themselves at this fact alone. Slowly, Luljeta moves her hands down by her sides, and smiles innocently at the men "So. We are not playing anymore?." The shorter man of the group, snorts at her, snarling out through clenched teeth"Your damn right!. We plan to skin you, you wicked bitch!." He watches as the woman begins to chuckle, her shoulders moving in amusement as she lowers her head and moves it back up with a small coy tilt to her as she retorts "Perfect!." He raises a brow before narrowing his eyes slightly at her, scoffing out to his friends "Come on, lets put this whore out of her misery, she's out of her mind." With another chuckle that came from the three men, they started to move towards Luljeta, who slowly circled her foot to the back of her, she holds a calm stance as she watches them come closer, each step they took, the more her grin began to spread wider and wider, which made them feel a bit slighted, but not enough to actually stop. The blonde scruffy looking man had his first shot, he swung at the woman but frowns immediately as she grabs his fist and brings him forward, making him go wide-eyed as she knees him hard in the gut, grabbing the fabric of his jacket and throwing him behind her, making him fall flat on the floor with a groan as he holds his stomach, trying his best to stand on his feet again. The second man was relatively the same height as the other, having somewhat longer hair, black, kind of matted, wearing torn jeans and even more torn dirty white shirt, grabs onto a chair and lifts it above his head before swooping it down. The chair hits the gypsy over the head, causing her head to swing over to the right side nearly all the way around and her stance to bend slightly, her hair was now a tad bit more scruffed up, and stumbling back slightly. The man sneers in arrogance, snickering as he watches her, but going wide-eyed as he sees Luljeta begin to stand up straight, he could even have sworn he heard her back cracking as she straightened herself up, and moving her hands to either side of her head, she cracks it forward before cracking it back straight and rolling her shoulders with a grin spreading across her lips "Mmm. That felt good." He scowls at her and she simply sneers at him confidently, continuing "Let's have more of that. Shall we?." With a loud yell, he goes to give her a right hook, but Luljeta grabs his arm and dislocates it over her knee, grabbing him and swinging his dislocated arm over her shoulder and slamming him down onto the floor. He groans loudly in pain, cursing under his breath. His eyes were closed tightly and he slowly begins to open them, revealing his bloodshot gaze as he looks up at the merciless gypsy, who stares down at him as he coughs out a strained "Please.." spit slightly flying from his mouth and moving down his jawline as he continued his plea "S-Spare me.." Luljeta looks down at him coldly, there was not a single emotion that crawled to her face, not a sparkle in her eyes, or a coy grin or sneer that graced her lips, no, she stared at him as if she had just killed a small bug, an emotionless stare, with the ugliest scowl that was ever seen. Moving her boot up slightly, aiming the steel-toed part for his face, he goes wide-eyed and watches as the Gypsy moves her right hand up and her index finger over her lips, a low and calming "Shhhh" coming from her before she strikes down, hard, crushing his skull with one, two, three impacts of her boot before stopping and making the room deathly silent again. Her boot now stained with blood, Luljeta sweeps her eyes over to the final man, who was horrified by the sight of his crushed friend, brain matter was sprawled out on the floor, along with two crushed eyeballs that had been squished out the moment Luljeta's foot had caused such deadly impact. He shook with complete fear, fear for himself, this makes the Gypsy grin wickedly at the man, who had short brown hair, slightly more taken care of then his mates, a bit chubby, with deep-set eyes and a jean jacket that was just a bit buttoned up, no shirt underneath, with loose fitting jeans. Gulping he takes a step back, apparently ready to make a run for it, but she couldn't have that. Luljeta moves her right hand out, and he stops in his tracks, unable to move, which causes his once deep-set eyes to bulge out slightly in shock "Your not going to leave me alone, are you?." She cooes out to him before moving her hand down and turning it clockwise, causing him to move forward, his feet just slightly off the ground and floating fast towards Luljeta.
As he is now much closer to her, she grips him by the neck, inching him closer to her face, to where he could feel the heat from her breath graze his skin slightly. The Gypsy hisses a tad bit as she goes over his face, looking him straight in the eyes as she does so, scanning him as it would seem. Cupping his cheeks, and squeezing them as she digs the tip of her fingers into his flesh, she growls out through clenched, yet, grinning teeth "Human. You're not worth the flesh your printed on.." Taking a moment, Luljeta thinks on what to do with him before shrugging and sneering back at the man "And since you were such a good little boy in coming to me." She spins his head around, snapping his neck with a loud crack. With that, the Gypsy lets go of his head, letting his lifeless body fall on top of his friend's corpse. With not so much as a single sound, Luljeta steps on both bodies making her way over them, tossing her hair back a bit as she does so, suddenly, she hears the striking loud sound of feet running in her direction, it had gotten louder until she turned her head to realize it was the blonde haired man whom she had tossed aside after kneeing him in the gut. "I'm going to kill you, you evil bitch!!!!!." He goes to jump her but Luljeta grins and bends herself down, almost seemingly ducking until she grips underneath him, lifting him up and over her head, but very quickly, she throws him up and into the sharp blades of the fan above her, causing him to be torn to shreds. Pieces of his body are shredded, and thrown here and there from the blades of the fan, blood began to fly everywhere and drops on the blades dripped down and onto the tables, chairs and floor, splatter of blood flew against the walls and the bar and drinks behind it, while chunks of the mans flesh had hit everywhere in the bar itself. Luljeta looks up at the fan as it started to wobble from such heavy impact, still having the drops dripping down, hitting the gypsy in the face and on her body and hair, this only makes her smile as she closes her eyes and spins under the fan, basking in the blood, and the horror of it all. Her hood and cape flowed behind her, as her hair was only slightly drenched from the blood along with her clothing, she spun for what seemed like hours to her, having such a happy and content look on her face as she moves her hands up to cup her cheeks and feeling the moist texture of the blood running down her flesh. Slowly stopping her movements, Luljeta began to open her eyes, her hands still cupping her cheeks as she looks around the now empty bar with half opened gaze. Gathering up her composure, the Gypsy slowly moves her right arm up and to her lips, slipping out her tongue and moving it along her arm, licking up the thick crimson liquid that dripped down and onto the floor. She could feel the warm moist feeling of her tongue as it ran up the length of her arm and nearly to her elbow, but stopping as she slips her tongue back into her mouth, rolling it up and closing her mouth with a quiet yet satisfied moan of wanting to escape her lips. Running her tongue once along her lower lip, the Gypsy breathes out a silent breath of irritation before speaking through the silence "..I need more." It was never enough, not ever. Suddenly, Luljeta jolts herself up when she hears the sound of the door being jarred open and a gravely deep Romanian voice booms out "I see you started without me." Luljeta quickly turned her attention to the voice who spoke, and quickly, her irritated demeanour had changed to a love-struck one as her eyes had fallen upon the man who was leaning up against the door, his arms crossed. He was a very tall individual, coming to about 6,5 in height, knowing he would definitely have to duck in order to come through such a small door, he was wearing black lightly torn gloves, showing his fingers that had sharp dirty nails as he raised them up to scratch his scruffy beard, looking around the scene with his tinted gray eyes that had a heavy set of dark circles under them, sunken in almost completely. An impressed look struck his pale rough textured looking face, that was the same as the rest of his skin tone "I see you've been busy my little loolyeta." He looks at the pile of bodies that lie on the once dark wood floor, now stained with dry crimson blood, that had coated the walls and everywhere he looked, the lighting had dulled down and the man lets an amused chuckle escape his sharp canine looking teeth that held a gritty texture to them. Pushing off the door he gestures to the Gypsy "So. Are we ready to head out my little loolyeta?. There is so much more to be done. But, this time, do not go running off my love." The woman cooes out to the man, whom she purrs at as she walks over to him, soon running and jumping into his heavily toned arms, that hugged around her waist as she threw her arms around his neck, a happy little squeal escaping her lips "Vadim!." Luljeta rubs her nose against his pointed one, her eyes half open and looking into his own with admiration, before pouting slightly now as she moves her arm up and against her forehead, as if in despair "Oh my love. These men were such brutes to me." She looks towards him now, only with her eyes, a pout coming to her lips as she moves it down and places her index finger to her lower lip, looking at him innocently, which was considerably hard, as the Gypsy was covered head to toe in dry blood, continuing "..I had to punish them." Vadim raises his brows, which were thick and menacing looking, blinking a tad bit as he runs his long tongue along his crooked teeth "I see.." He gently raises his right hand up and taps his lover's nose, cooeing to her now in a baby fashion "Awww, my poor, sweet Loolyeta. My flower.." He cups her cheek gently, making her become slightly weak in the knees, and she gently holds his hand to her cheek softly, nuzzling into it like an infant to a Mother, with a quiet and content sigh coming from her. Vadim was far older then his lover, being in his late 40's, but because of his poor hygiene and care altogether, he looks as if he could be in his late 50's. Luljeta moves her hand gently through his dirty blonde slick back hair, that looked as if it could have been cut in a crew cut fashion, but too messy to actually be one. Being short in the front but long and scruffy in the back, coming down to the back of his neck and passed his ears, with black that was tinted here and there and adventurous strands that stuck out slightly. Complete with a goatee that matched the colour and even the texture of his scruffy looking hair. Slowly, he lets go of his lover and walks over to the bodies, dragging his heavy feet, just to stand in front of the heavy set of fellows below him, kicking the head of the larger man on top of his friend with his dirty old boot, and grunts in amusement as he straightens himself up and looks over at Luljeta "Not much of a fight, eh?. Too heavy on the feet and not light enough for the receiving end." Slowly, Vadim reaches inside his pockets, reaching inside his cinnamon coloured vest, that had black lining in the front and black buttons as well, that could be laced up at the sides, slipping out a silver lighter and pulling out a thick looking cigar from his other pocket, flipping the lighter open and lighting it quickly, just to flip the lighter closed and shove it back into his pocket. He took a long drag from his cigar and blew it out with a satisfied look on his face, placing his hands into his pockets, he had on a black dress shirt with button-up sleeves and collar under his vest, having on cinnamon coloured pants with two pockets behind and they too, could be laced up at either side of the pants.
Not only was Vadim tall, but he was extremely strong, built like a battleship, his chest was broad and his arms were bulky, which was the reason why not so many wanted to mess with the likes of him, not just because of his appearance alone. Though with being side by side with Luljeta, most had wondered how such a man like Vadim could have gotten a woman like the Gypsy, who looked as if she could have been a victoria's secret model. She looked at him with such adoring eyes as he turned to look at Luljeta, his cigar hanging to the right of his mouth before grinning at her and blowing out a puff of smoke as he made his way to her. Luljeta gently takes his arm as he moves it out for her and purrs at him, he did not seem to care that she was covered in dry blood, as she nuzzled into his arm and sighs in a dreamlike manner as he says "Now. Come my little Loolyeta. We have much to do. Let us go." Turning himself around, Luljeta follows close behind him, and Vadim takes the cigar out from his mouth and flicks it into the bar as they come out from it. As it hits the floor, on impact as the cigar hits the floor, it comes in contact with the dryness of the floor itself and begins to burn it, the flames rising up and engulf the chairs, tables and everything inside the bar. Once the flames dance to the ceiling, coming in contact with the lights, it bursts and more flames erupt from it and cause the bar to burn down faster, as Vadim and Luljeta walk into the cool night air.

"I wish I could tell you that was all I had done.
I wish I could tell you that I did not do any more harm to any other creature, human or not. For it was not the last time. I wish it was. I wish I could have gone back to that day, when it all happened and chosen a different path. But I didn't. I couldn't. And I can't now. It's too late to go back to how I use to be.
It's too late to choose a different path. To go in another direction.
It's too late to make things right. To choose not to shed so much blood and cause so much pain. I have to walk this dusty, lifeless, deserted rocky road. With nothing but my dreadful memories to keep me company. Truly this is the definition of bittersweet. What you are about to read is from me, before I had become whom I am now. The soul I was accustomed too. Now nothing but a dry husk of what could have been.
I ask of you. Please. Please forgive me. For I know not of what I have done."
~Yours in Christ.
Sister Tsura.
It was a hot summer night
So, I wrote this like, back in 2016. And had just done some checking for spelling typo's and such. I had this in my Documents for a while now, as this is an add on for a fictional Journal/Diary that my OC Luljeta wrote when she was a Nun, before everything had turned to hell for her, as she explains down below. I thought when writing this it was a good first Introduction before I start writing her full backstory about her Fall from Grace. 

The quiet roar of a lit fireplace was the only sound that roamed around the small looking living room. Or, that’s what it looked to be. There was a quaint elegance to the entirety of the rooms themselves, complete with vintage colours that spread far to the walls and down to the floor, and even up to the ceiling, being Mauvelous , Scarlet, Brick red, Blush red, Crème, Taupe, Cocoa Brown, with mixtures of Silver and sunshine Gold. When one enters the room of what looks to be just two, they are greeted with the coolness of the air around them as their feet touch the chestnut coloured plywood floors, as the double purple onion coloured doors are opened to display a silver dim lighted chandelier, that is placed above the door itself. The chandelier was not turned on, being shut off to make room for the shining sunlight that graced its illuminating rays through the  two rounded windows to the right, but it’s gracefully beautiful appearance was to leave those in awe of it, with delicate looking blinds, white in colour and slightly almost transparent s, with one round window to the left, with an old looking sofa that was placed under the two windows, that had a soft texture to it, an old Victorian looking couch which was coloured suede with silver and sunshine gold that interlaced themselves together, complete with a flowered type of pattern that mixed in perfectly with this almost Rococo styled room, that were both painted a nice hunter green, that seemed to blend in perfectly with the Taupe coloured walls. The windows were just slightly opened, clearing the way for the cool breeze to enter, and to ignite the fire and it’s delightful burning smell to enter the noses of anyone who came passing by, or maybe, for even a simple visit. A slight chime came through and echoed through the stunning looking home, with its crème coloured lining that hooks up and around both rooms of the residents of the home. The crème coloured arch holds both of the rooms in plain sight, being the first thing a person could see when stepping into the household, with the only eyesore being the Scarlet curtains that greet the eye, that can be pulled closed like an opera curtain when one is present. Both doors had there own distinction to them, one being Blush Red, while the other was a simple black.  In front of the Sofa, was the black fireplace that had been long since heated, as it burned the pieces of thick wood inside it. The smell is incredibly strong, but oh so delightful to the senses. There was a white pot on top of it, but nothing brewing. It looked as if it was just for show, it not for the few stains that simply seemed to dance along the rims of it. The Fireplace was steel and slightly rusted, showing it’s age quite dauntingly just around the edges and to the sides themselves. If it was not for the quiet elegance of the room itself, and how the eye could simply take in everything around it instead of the old rusted fireplace, it would have been much more of a burden then a pleasant thing to have on cold nights. Some of the paint was slightly coming off of the old thing, with a white carpet below it and a cinnamon coloured chair just to the left of it. The fireplace was hoisted up and inside a huge cocoa brown cabinet.  A Grand silver piano was to the left side of the room, while in the very centre of the room itself was a marvellous coloured stool that had two thick dark brown boots on top of it, resting.  It looked to be that the boots had smeared some mud upon the stylish looking stool, as to the very right of it was a cocoa brown table, on top of it was a Stolichnaya Vodka, that was just slightly dripping from the constant heat that the fireplace was flowing out. The crackles of burning wood echoed through the quiet before a creek of a person moving came to light. A man was sitting on the Victorian couch, his lips, though moving, had no sound coming out of them as he slightly turned the pages of the crumpled up newspaper in his gloved hands, that was black and lightly torn, showing his fingers, that had had sharp nails on them. The texture of his skin was only a bit rough, being completely pale looking. His tinted grey eyes scanned what he was reading, having heavy dark circles under them, sunken in almost completely into his skull, and he let out a snort of derision from his pointed nose. His brows, were thick and menacing looking, furrowed in curiosity at what he was reading, lips still moving silently to each word as he reached out and snatched the dripping glass bottle of Vodka, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he began to chug down some of the alcoholic beverage down his throat. His Adam's apple was large and moved to the rhythm of his drinking as he soon swallowed and ran his long tongue over the gritty texture of his sharp canine looking teeth. Some were slid across the other, almost all were crooked. Only when he grinned could you see the real entirety of his horrible dental care.
The man, who looked to be in his 40’s, moved his right hand up and lightly ran his fingers through his dirty blonde slicked back hair. It looked almost slightly like a crew cut, only more messy in the back and more longer as well, with messy little strands and adventurous hues of black that mixed with it. The goatee on his chin maxed the texture of his hair completely. He leaned back on the sofa, completely enthralled by what he was reading, as he placed his dirty old boots on the stool once more. Taking a better look, he had on a black dress shirt with button up sleeves, and collar. A Cinnamon coloured vest with black lining in the front and black buttons on the front, that could be laced up at the sides. The laces were black themselves, and so were the two pockets on either side of the Gypsy vest, with the same coloured pants, with two pockets behind and they too could be laced up at either side of the pants. The man began to sneer, wrinkles just appearing slightly around his eyes, as he snorted out an amused laugh, his eyes narrowing slightly as he chuckled in delight “..Ahh. The smell of gunshot is so bittersweet. How I long for it again..” His voice was deep, a thick Romanian accent was hindering behind it and it cracked from time to time when he shouted or even laughed or sang. It was gritty, much like the rest of him. “Oooooh, Vadim!!! Guess who is coming to home!?” Vadim’s eyes went to the front door as soon as he heard the thick Romanian accent of his mate, who had opened the door so suddenly and with such force, the double purple onion door slammed against the walls beside each one. There stood his mate, only 5,6 with long and very curly Dark chocolate brown hair. Her curls had a mind of their own, swirling themselves down and cascading down her bare medium skin toned shoulders, half of her hair was covering her emerald hypnotizing green eyes, that were graced with thick, long eyelashes, that were wide with excitement in them. Her eyelids having a smoky mauve shade of makeup above them, while under her eyes were slightly grey. She looked much younger then Vadim, only being 26. While Vadim’s build was slightly muscular, the woman had a Mesomorph body type, to be more specific, a Mesomorph hourglass type. Which made her perfectly proportionate.  The woman had full scarlet red lips. The sides of her mouth were sewn shut, making only her mouth open slightly whenever she talked. Her slender fingers with slightly long fingernails had grasped at her Gypsy skirt. Her attire was completely fashioned from discarded clothing she had either found or clothing she had stolen from others. A viola coloured bandana was tied around her head, that hung to the right side of her face. She had on black leather high heeled, pointed toed boots that zip up to the right side. The skirt that she had been gripping so tightly, has plaid like quality to them, with light scarlet and scarlet as her colours. It ties from the left side and hangs down to the right, with a leather black silver buckled belt that hangs from the right and moves down to the left. Her midriff is exposed. Around her top half, underneath is white, ruffled at the top, while part of it, also ruffled, hangs from her shoulders, exposing them. With chestnut coloured tied corset and straps that tied around to her back. Her skirt having silver pendants around it. Her midriff was completely exposed, showing how tight her stomach was, but also revealing her abs, even her arms had slight muscle to them.  Gripping her skirt just a bit tighter, the woman makes a sneer at Vadim, who arches a brow at her in curiosity and soon lets out his own little sneer towards her, resting his cheek just lightly against the palm of his hand “..Luljeta, you have something for me, darling?.” His lips curled out in a purr to her before the woman released her skirt, and out came flying several silver coins that landed on the floor quite quickly as she spun herself around them, her arms up in the air as she twirled around them as they fell. With a loud cackle, she clasps her hands together and grins, her whole motion coming to a complete stop “Isn’t it wonderful Vadim!?. To think we have hit such a gold mind my darlinque!.” She throws her hands up in the air again as she walks towards Vadim, who leans back in the sofa, that same sneer spread across his chapped lips as he watched Luljeta “And these people. They are so simple-minded Vadim. We could crush them within minutes and they would never know what had hit them!.” Luljeta walked back to where Vadim is and with a simple motion, she turned herself around and slouched down right onto Vadim’s lap, a Cigar between her fingers that Vadim soon snatched and reaching inside his pocket brought out a lighter, flicking it and lighting the deadly delight as he brushed it under his nose to smell it and soon placed it on his lips and sucked in the taste of the Cigar, just to blow it out, as he raised his head back and blew out rims of smoke above him. Luljeta flicked the Cigar out from between his fingers and caught it in her mouth, making Vadim grin in amusement at her as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down at him, before moving her head to the side and blowing out the smoke herself.  Luljeta’s emerald green eyes casted over to the newspaper Vadim was reading, and she cocked a slender brow, her nose crinkling up when she sees the front of the newspaper and with a snort of disgust, she snatches the paper and with a quick glance at the title, the Cigar slowly falls from her lips. Her eyes had taken on a whole different look to them, she let out an ugly scowl, her whole body was shaking, her nails were digging into the newspaper, tearing at it, as it were. Her head was beginning to lower, and soon, the woman had completely torn the newspaper in half and growled out loudly as she raised herself up and slammed half of the newspaper down on the table, with a loud screech “VADIM!!!!!!” Vadim had a completely relaxed pose, looking up at Luljeta, having his own arm hanging over the sofa and his leg hanging down and just grazing the floor, as he watches Luljeta angrily point to the headline, with a huge picture of on it “What the hell is THIS!?!?!?!.” On the front of the newspaper, was Nowta and her friends, showing that they were mostly getting what Luljeta had wanted. She had not been aware that so many had entered her and Vadim’s realm, or, what she considered THEIR realm. Vadim lets his shoulders move in amusement as he chuckles and looks up at Luljeta, who crinkles up her nose in un-amusement at his chuckles “..I don’t find this funny, Vadim.” Vadim gestures to her slowly “Darling. We have everything we need already. They are not even close to where we are.” He blinks when Luljeta’s fist meets fiercely with the table, smashing it down, half of her face covered messily by her hair as she slithers out cruelly “..I don’t care. I want them dead Vadim!.” Vadim soon grins evilly at Luljeta “..My little loolyeta wants blood?.” He gently cups her chin and shakes her face just a tiny bit, pursing out his lips at her “My darling shall have it..” Luljeta smiles happily and gently moves Vadim’s hand up to her cheek, nuzzling it softly against the palm of his hand “..Vadim..”
You shall have it
This was something that I had written, like, three years ago. It was a short reply that I had done for :iconmadwithlove:, and I always thought that it was a great introduction to these two. As it shows their personality as well as how they act to one another. 

So, I thought that I would share this as a helpful gesture to this person who noted me. They would like some help, go for it!. Either you can share this link also, or any other way:
It's easy...shall I help you?
AHAHAHAHHAHHA. Ahahaha...aha...haaaaaaaaaaa. 
Ok, ok. So, I was actually abstaining from uploading this. Even though I DO like it. Though I can see the errors in it, yes, yes I can. But, I can fix. Anyhoo. The reason why I was actually debating with myself on uploading it to the Net at all, or most of all, here specifically, because, ugh, how do I explain...

Let me first explain that the OC's name's I mention here are not FC. This story is simply just a Cross-Over, that's it. I am explaining this in bold lettering, because I don't want a fight mix up like I had before with a very rude moderator of a group that I am in. Who, instead of reading the description, decided to assume everything about the pic itself.

Ok, so, let me explain what is happening. So, this is drawn from a scene from myself and :iconmadwithlove:'s story. Well, our second story together, actually (Not that our first is done, we are just alternating between timelines...that's my story and I am sticking to it!) Ok, so. To explain things a bit to those who have not been here or who do not feel like going through my huge gallery (I totally understand why.) I will just give the short-ish explanation of how all of THIS came to be. As if I gave the long answer, it will be huge. Anyhoo, so, in a mini story that myself and my bestie :iconmadwithlove: did, my OC, Vadim, decides to make a deal with Crowley. Crowley is well aware of who Vadim is (Vadim is the Demon, Legion. I would suspect that every Demon would know who that is. It is just common sense. lol) And is curious about this deal that he wants to make. At first Vadim makes Crowls offers, of various things he has as he wants to make a type of "Alliance" with him, as Vadim & Luljeta have branched away from the other's (Gone, Rogue, you could say. As conformity has never been their strong suite and Anarchy seemed far more, let's just say, fun.) But as nothing really interests Crowls, he makes another suggestion. He knows that Vadim has a powerful partner, so, he makes an offer for her, knowing full well how outlandish that can be, he suggests that perhaps if he gave Vadim more in the trade, it won't be so foolish of him to even offer. Vadim hears him out, much to Lulu's dismay, as she wants nothing to do with anyone else except for Vadim.
(As they are bounded together through a very powerful Faustian contract by Paimon and Legion. The Demons who possess them. But that story is really for another time, as I am currently writing that up.) But, Vadim ignores her pleas and listens to him. Since Crowley points out how this could possibly benefit him as his current situation is lacking in competent henchmen, he could use someone who is far more capable of getting things done. And he offers Vadim not just a chance to get a good portion of that profit, but also half of Hell. Luljeta is not too keen on this whole thing, not just because she wants to stay with Vadim, as she loves him, but also the fact that she just doesn't trust Crowley (With good reasoning as Crowley has already made up in his mind that he knows Vadim will try his hand at slipping the rug from under him. So, he figures that at some point he is going to have to do the same thing.) Vadim, not listening to Lulu's warnings, agree's with Crowley and he signs a contract. With Crowley telling him that this will be a trade off, five years he will have Lulu by his side doing his bidding, while he will send one of his own to be by Vadims side, aiding him. 

Ok! So. There is a lot more to this, but, I figure, it would be best to post that part of the story, here and not just me explaining it. Because, it is just a whole thing and I don't do it justice in one setting. I COULD say the whole thing here, but, no. Anyhoo. So, cut to here and now in the present. As some of you might know from my previous posts with Luljeta, she USE to be a Nun in her previous life/time when she was a human, before she was tricked by Vadim and possessed by Paimon (Or, as I prefer, Paimonia) One of the most powerful Demons in the Goetia by far from what I have been studying. So, in our story, cut to five years later when it is Crowls time for the trade off (See what we did there, five years to Vadim and then five years to Crowley?. Ten years exactly. Eh? Eh?. Ok. The reference would be gotten by someone who is familiar with SPN. But, I digress. I'm a loser.)He wants to get things going, but he is met with a surprising turn of events, he is first met with a very young Lulu, about age ten, who is scared of the new world and what is happening, and she takes refuge in with a little girl named Lily, who helps her out in escaping from Crowls. Long story short, Lily takes her to her house where she can be safe as her Aunt Luna, her Mother Nowta and Papa Tyler will take care of the situation. But, Nowta and Tyler are a bit hesitant at first to help Lulu, as they knew her when she was a Demon and not now that she is just a child, but seeing as she has no memory of her previous life, and knowing that she just needs help, they take her in. But, what they don't know, is that this little spell that has turned Luljeta into her past self is slowly aging her up, so, at night Luljeta grows into the age she was when she was about to leave the convent and sneak away to be with her lover, Vadim. 
To, TRY and make this shorter. When they are all talking in the kitchen about what has happened to Lulu and why she is suddenly a Young Adult so soon. Lulu goes out to the backyard to collect some apples, to make into some delicious deserts for her saviors. But, a delightful little idea, soon turns into a dreadful one when she is met with a rather ominous shadow looming over her.

So, I am not going to put the whole story right here, I will put the scene that inspired this drawing though. When I will put the story as well as the very first one on Dev is, questionable. But, the reason why I did not place this here right away is because of the fact, yes, this is a ship. I'm doing it again (Despite the fact that Mark Sheppard does not like shipping. But, I can't help myself. I'm a shipper. I will go down with my ship XD.) As most of you know, I am a heavy shipper of things, especially when it has to do with my OC's. Ok, as of right now, I suppose this is not a ship, as it has not come down to that yet in our story, but, it is something I have thought up for a long while. I will admit that now. Another reason why I did not post it here, was because of the fact that, I guess I was more concerned on everyone else's thoughts. Not that I am not USE to that kind of thing, I have been on DA for twelve years, there is nothing that I have not heard about Shipping when it comes to OCxCannon that I am NOT use too. First off. It is just the assumptions I always loathed entirely. And the fact that there was never any questions and people just assumed everything known to man, it pissed me off. I am the type of person that thinks, if the storyline between an OC and Cannon character is so well written between the both of them that it makes complete sense, it can work, and it can work well. Luckily for me, I seem to have been always that type, which makes me proud and hopefully not sound arrogant. Because I never want to come off that way to anyone. Because I truly think, if your backstory for your ship is well thought out and makes it come alive, your doing extremely well. But, I digress more, here is the written scene between myself and :iconmadwithlove:.

He had come rather close to the Nun once again as he still rolled the bitten apple around in his hand. “I’m fairly certain you’ve shared a great many kisses over the years, love. But none quite so sloppy and fierce as those you’ve shared with me…” He chuckled lowly, holding the apple out towards her now with a smirk. “Perhaps… if I reminded you… your memory would return to you…” He told her, almost chest to chest, with the apple raised between them almost to her lips as if he was just begging her to sink her teeth. He could almost envision the sweet juice dripping slightly from her luscious pouty lips. “Hmmm… never? Are you so sure?” He asked, his voice low and gravely. “It’s alright darling… I won’t tell anyone… Just a tiny bite… a little taste?” He held the apple up just a bit farther, closer to her lips as he took his hand from his pocket and raised it to her chin. Using his thumb, he looked down at the blushing Luljeta and used it to part her lips gently. Crowley felt a fire in his groin as he spoke to her. “It’s easy… shall I help you?”

Standing there, confused, she had not even noticed that Crowley had come closer to her once more, until his shadow and the dark lining of his shoes had come into her vision as Luljeta shoots her head back up to meet his gaze as he stared down at her, apple still in hand. She narrowed her eyes at him once more, her lips turning back into a frown as he tells her how he is certain that she has shared many kisses before, to which the Nun states, refusing "I never!. As a Nun, I took a vow to not touch a man, not in any type of way other then formal. Sister Maria was extremely strict when teaching us our vowes. And I-" When he comes to the part about their own kiss, Luljeta feels her cheeks fire up and she quickly retorts back "I have never done such a thing with you!. Maybe at one point you have known a different Luljeta, perhaps this might be true, but the one who is before you is different girl!." She nods, looking back up at him now, that same fiery look on her face as she states this. Luljeta was extremely stubborn, she knew what she was and what she was not, though, to be fair, the line was thin now and she was starting to question that very nature she so sorely thought she knew. She blinks slightly when he holds the apple towards her face, making her look at the delicious piece of fruit before looking back at the King of Hell, a confused look crosses her expression as she scrunches up her nose at him before listening as he states with a smirk on how if he reminded her that maybe her memory would return. How could that possibly work? She began to wonder. But seeing how he was nearly chest to chest with the petite Nun now, she could feel a flustered blush coming to her cheeks, and all Luljeta could do was stare at the apple as he raised it a little closer to her lips, she could smell it, the raw earthy scent it gave off. She loved that smell. They had been her favourite. But now, it was even more of a damning temptation. Her favourite thing had become her worst enemy. His gravely voice taking a toll on the young Nun as he asks her if she was so sure about not kissing anyone, and she nods slowly, looking at the apple "Yes...I...I am sure. I-I have never kissed anyone before..." The tension was growing inside Luljeta, she could feel the heat coming off of him again, it was hot, just like, fire, it felt like it, but there was no burning sensation. No, she would imagine that would come later when she would engulfed by the flames. No, no what was she thinking!?. Engulfed, flames??. But it felt so, warm, so inviting. There was a loud thumping inside of Luljeta's chest and it only grew louder and louder as the apple was raised a bit closer to her lips, she could almost brush them against it now with how few inches there were in between. Maybe he was right, maybe just a little taste wouldn't hurt?. If she did this though, everything she learned was for nothing, but, it was just an apple in that sense. Luljeta had to remember what the apple represented though, it represented what Eve was tempted with by the Snake in the Garden. Was this what it was? Was she taking the role of Eve in this matter?. All thought had slowly slipped away as soon as she felt Crowley's thumb move to her chin, his thumb brushing over her lips as he parted them and Luljeta placed her hands to his chest, flattening her palms on his suite. It was to keep him at a distance from her a bit, as she was still trying her best to fight him off, but that voice of his and those eyes and as he asked if she needed assistance, with half eyes closed she breathlessly whispers out "...Yes."

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