Daggers, arrows, and swords of all shapes and sizes, stained with blood, His blood. She cradled him in her arms, trying to force back the tears. He lifted his arm, slowly and weakly, he placed his wounded, bloody hand upon her face. She covered his hand with hers. He said: "It's...Okay...I'll...Love you...No matter...what...happens." She took his hand into hers, kissed it, and said: "I know. Me too."
Rule #1: Never Get Involved
She said: "I don't want you to die." He gripped her hand, brought it to his lips and laid a kiss before replying: "Neither...Do I...Want...You to." She pulled him close so that her head would rest on his shoulder, and he would speak into her ear. They held each others hands; He whispers: "Do it." She moves her mouth close to his neck and pierces him with her fangs. Feeding on his blood, and sending the poison throughout his body. Their hands grip tighter; Her tears fall.
Rule #2: No Biting
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Peoms
this journal contains depressing poems. So if you don't like reading about people dying...then KEEP OUT. Scratch that. SOME of the poems are dark.
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