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Dying To Dance: Chapter 11
Dying To Dance
Back on the road, the duo chatted and joked about their first encounter back in the palace ballroom. Though they had only known each other a couple of days, the two felt as if it were a lifelong relationship as they shared interests, personal experiences and hobbies.
They had been walking for some time now, so long in fact the sun was beginning to set, turning the sky into a beautiful mix of fiery colours, washed over the horizon like a water colour. In the distance, gradually growing closer, a lone silhouette made it's way towards them, blurry against the sun's fading rays of light. With a mixed look of caution, suspicion and curiosity plastered on his face, Frazer instinctively pulled Lillith to his side as the dark figure slowly came into view. Squinting his eyes against the sun's setting rays, the vampire's heightened vision gradually began to acknowledge a familiar face. His mouth dropped open, as did the approaching str
Dying To Dance: Chapter 9
Dying To Dance
A little further into the forest, the duo came across a glistening patch of crystal clear water, steaming gently as the moon's glow danced upon its rippling surface. It was a tranquil hot spring perfectly situated under a cascading willow tree, its lush green leaves hanging like curtains over the water.
A while later, Lil sat perched next to the pool of warm water, scrubbing vigorously at the crimson stain on her dress, which she was still wearing. Several clothes, wet and dry, were strewn across the willow's thick branches next to her. Finally she gave up and got to her feet, eyeing Frazer apprehensively.
"Don't look," she warned, and began to undo the sopping dress, pulling it off completely. She dunked it in the water several times, draped it over the tree and jumped quickly into the hotspring, cheeks burning tomato red. It felt soothing on her icy skin and she let her mud-strewn hair fan out behind her. Finally she faced t
Dying To Dance: Chapter 7
Dying To Dance
After what seemed like hours of walking in silence, they finally reached the crossroad. It was only then that Frazer finally turned to Lillith and said, "perhaps it's best if you stay behind. The whole kingdom is on high alert and..." He shut his eyes and turned away. "...I don't want you there when I... feed."
Lillith wanted to protest- she didn't much fancy the idea of staying behind by herself while Frazer went off... But she didn't want to be rude and could sense he was already angry with her, so she courteously agreed. Picking a nice, sturdy-looking tree she settled herself in front of it, leaning her head back against the trunk, watching Frazer disappear from view.
Good riddance, huffed Luska. Shut up, snapped Lil.
Time ticked by sluggishly, so slow the sun overhead didn't seem to be moving at all. Lil started to fiddle with the hem of her dress and soon realised she was still covered in gore. She started r
Dying To Dance: Chapter 6
Dying To Dance
Landing clumsily on the branch above, Frazer shook Lillith off him with a cold glare. "Stupid girl!" he hissed angrily, pushing her behind him with an outstretched arm as he reached for his gun. He fired a whole round of bullets into the remaining guard, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk as he watched him tumble from the tree.
"What the hell..." he spat, throwing Lil a dark glare over his shoulder as he put his gun away. "Look at you!"
Lillith knew what he meant- her whole front was now shimmering with burgundy, as were her hands, and she was trembling from head to foot. She slumped down on the thick wood, legs splayed outwards, breathing jaggedly- each breath was like a knife. The wounded angel closed her eyes, blocking out Frazer's resentful comment, and lay her hands gently over her ribs. A cool, soothing feeling spread throughout the gash and within moments the bleeding had stopped.
Lillith reopened her eyes, tr
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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