Her eyes bulted open with the knowledge that corsed through her veins. She had sent him. That stupid little..
Gren Groaned as she bit him drawing blood. Julianna released him only to throw him against the wall with a flick of her wrist.
" I should kill you where you sit, Wolf boy. But I'm not accustome to killing those stupid enough to fall for her... for that thing." Her face contorted as visions of that ..woman raced through her ming.
That woman
That thing
That.......Blonde
She lifted the creature off of the floor then nailed him to the wall.," When you get down you'll thank me. When you find out the truth you'll thank God. But don't bother , he's not listening to you."
She pulled off the shell ripping her wounds open as the cloth moved. She stripped off the pink underware and shoved it into Gren's face.
"Take a good wiff you . The next time you smell this and don't have good news for me. Run the other way.. and pray to every god that you can think off that I am feeling merciful , because chances are I'll kill you just provide the world more oxygen."
Ripping his sheets now a briliant blood red, She made a top. She tore a pair of pants out of his turkish chest and put them on leaving her panties on his face. A gift for now.
" You see that vile woman again, I hope you bite her. I have a kiss to see."
She sauntered out the door and twards the party she knew would happen. Vampires are rather predictable when they get together. Dress in Lavish costumes then p***y foot over which one should take over what part of the world. Pulling a branch off an olive tree as she went, she used her rage to contort it into a proper wreathe.
Tonight she's be a Roman Dancer for those of them old enough to remember the times of Ovid. Oh how she wished she knew Ovid. They would smile brightly and coo over her .. never relising why she was there or who she came to kill.
 Julianna Morte · Sun Apr 23, 2006 @ 03:55pm · 1 Comments |
The chicks keep marching till we get dem