Title: Track
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word Count: 619 (GoogleDocs)
Summary: "So I guess you have not been stabbed by your ex -lover or you're not angry at the tragic protagonist of a female figure touching story of pain and death, "said the vampire.
My faith in humanity leads me to believe that nobody is touch enough to claim these characters or this specific situation such as his, not mine.
history written for the second phase of the Trick or Treat Fest
The trail ended at the semi-closed door of a room with soft lighting what looked like a small bedside lamp.
breathing a sigh inconsistent, there was strength and opened the door completely.
"I come in?" churches, because vampirism or not, was courteous and polite would have been raised. (If for all eternity in this world, this would be seen only with the passage of time.)
In reply there was only an incomprehensible series of moans and grunts.
"Oh," said the vampire, and even banned for nothing much ringalluzzito, "you're about to die?" You're bleeding to death? Someone has planted a knife in the belly and are only waiting for an angel to take you to heaven ( thing does not happen anymore these days, too many people and not even the angels have a strong desire to work full time)? "
series of unintelligible grunts and groans grew louder. The vampire took it as a sign of assent.
"Oh, well, 'he said happily," you know that I'm just doing you a favor. Dying making sucking the blood is much faster and painless shot of what the face now its course. I do not want, "he added, nodding his head vigorously and taking long strides in a hurry to get closer to the bed.
A large object's hot finished straight in the face and knocked to the ground stumbling.
" Ouch, " said the vampire, dragging his feet and gently fingering the nose. He looked with ill-concealed impatience and pity the woman who had hurled a water bottle in the face. "So I guess you have not been stabbed by your ex -lover or you're not angry at the tragic protagonist of a female figure touching story of pain and death? "
" I can not believe, "hoarsely whispered the woman, who in the meantime another was curled around a hot water bottle and had pulled the duvet up to cover almost the whole head. "A person looking for a little 'quiet and solitude to pitiable to duty, and finds herself stalked by a blood-sucking pervert who does not know what the word' no '. I can not believe their ..."
"Hey," objected vigorously vampire. "I do not I have followed. It's just, you know, when the blood is essential for their salvation, a person adapts and follows all the traces of fresh blood that his nose is able to locate. Especially when cut up and gutting the living not like it, "he added with a grimace of the mouth.
The vampire could hardly imagine the eyebrows of the woman when asked
"Should not you be, what I know, full of charm and magnetic ability to drink without messing with dignity and everywhere the blood of your victims? At least," pointed out right away, "is what they see in movies. "
The vampire began to observe the affected nails. "Um."
"Unless besides not being capable of inflicting fatal injuries to humans're not even a failure in the art of eating without making trouble."
"Uh," said the vampire, now head bowed and with a deep, unnatural redness to cover his neck.
"And unless you really know even recognize the menstrual blood of a woman from the blood of a gruesome crime scene. "
lasted a long silence in the room.
" Ew, "she finally did escape the vampire with a whimper." Ew ew ew. Yuck. Ew.
The woman let out a laugh full of wickedness typical of those who managed to leave a permanent mark in the lives of the poor unfortunate guy.
The vampire let out a couple of other good imitation of a retching; turned heels and fled away like hell.
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