|
If I Go Under, You're Coming With Me!
"Take me with you!" She yelled. Her voice as beautiful as a Sirens. Why should he? Turning to her, He grinned a wicked grin, slowly stepping forward. "This is to dangerous for you, Doll." He told her. "You don't deserve this kind of life. Death is more rewarding." He told her, putting a hand on her cheek. He gave her a worried, crazed smile as he leaned in for a kiss. As he pulled away, he noticed her eyes were glowing red. "It isn't fair!" She screamed to him. She took a sharp knife from the table and stabbed him. Falling to his knees, He looked up at her, eyes wide and grinning. "I love you so much..." He whispered, collapsing. He laughed psychotically. She knelt down next to him, smiling. Her white wedding dress. Ruined. His tuxedo. Ruined. She rolled him over, kissing his lips, stealing his soul. She stood up. She walked out of the room and into the ball, without putting on her mask. She spotted a handsome boy who looked like her love. She grinned, walking to him. She stood on her tip toes, kissing the male. "You shall be my lovers new body. Soon." She whispered, wrapping her arms around the boy.
 trash trap · Fri Dec 28, 2012 @ 07:27am · 2 Comments |
