Hey guys!
So I'll try to keep this short and sweet, but basically, I have a craving for some good ol' Victorian/gothic romance, perhaps with a fantasy vampire element thrown in? I don't know. PM me if you're interested and we can discuss plots and stuff! I'm pretty open with this one, but I...
Silence fell as reason returned when the hunter explained about mine and Giz's situation. I hung my head a little at her words. It was true, and I couldn't deny it, that he'd gone to a lot of trouble to save my ass. He didn't need to, and he ended up getting seriously hurt in the process. I...
I shook my head a little, contemplating all the different scenarios that he'd suggested. I didn't have any questions, but nor could I decide which was more of a suitable route for us to take. But somebody shouted out. "Why should we listen to you? You're the ones that dragged us down here, to...
(It's ok! I'm sorry for bothering you.)
I raised my eyebrows, tensing slightly. "You want to give me a bath? Like, personally?" I asked, concerned. "No offence, Michael, but I'm not a dog. I can wash myself." I say with an exceptionally nervous laugh. I nervously pull at the fabrics of what...
I sighed, folding my arms. It was fascinating me how quickly situations can change. Mere minutes ago I was still one of his playthings, locked up in the basement, and now, he was embarrassed to tell me what I was there for? What? "Look, you did some shit scary, horrible things but I hardly think...
I leant against the wall, looking at him as sternly as I could muster. "And how many of them are already dead because of you?" I snapped harshly. "You said you were saving them from death, but that is exactly what you've brought them." I say, eying the Crimson bottle in his hand. Wow that...