Till' Death Does Us part
"NOTE" This is one part of my sort story I have written, You can view more at www.quizilla.com/users/ashwa its Till' Death Does Us Part. A vampire love story...I think it is cool, but it is mine ha. I warn you I was euphoric every time I wrote. It has 9 series. "Some words may be misspelled"
There you stood looking into your hell aka the mirror. You can't remember the last time you have seen your face without a cut or bruise. You wash the remaining make-up away what wasn't already washed away from tears. You could not wear make-up, your husband Robby said make-up was for whores. To your husband you were just a f#%& up, a nobody. Just someone who had his dinner ready and lived in the house. You walk back into your bedroom were you stare at your husband passed out drunk on the bed. He stank of beer and sweat. The thought that you ever f$%^&d him makes you want to vomit. Your once loving, caring, attractive husband. Now just a fat f&^$#Ng slob! You can not remember the last time you two were happy. This thought saddens you, at the same time made you angry. You often think of how life would be without him, maybe to often. But could you do it? How would you do it? And do you think you could get away with it? Or would you miss him? Have you grown attached to his brutality,? You don't know you are confused, filled with mixed emotions. You just don't know. You put your pj's on and climb into bed with that thing you call your husband. You close your eyes and think of the night you have experienced. You went to bar, a new one called Devinne, . You had saw it on tv. It looked different not like other clubs, But more like a goth club. You walk in and have a seat at the bar. You have a couple of drinks. you feel tipsy. A pair of glowing ice green eyes caught your attention from across the room. You could not help but to glare at him. His eyes were alluring. It was as if they were pulling you toward him. The next thing you know you are walking in his direction. It don't seem like seconds and you are there standing in-front of him. You could not move, you do not know why you are feeling this way. All you know is you feel frozen. His eyes so sexy, his hair barley draped down over them, it was jet black, and so was his clothes, "uh hello" you feel embarrassed, knowing you have just stood there gawking at him like some freak. You say hello with a nervous laugh. You can feel your drink slightly shaking in your hands. "are you alright" he says. You guess he has noticed your drink slightly swaying back and forth. Yes im fine you say. He ask to you have a seat and you do. "so what are you doing in a club like this? you do not look the type" Don't judge a book by it's cover you say to him. He laughs, even his laugh to you, you find appealing. "so what are you going to get into tonight?" He ask, O well i really dont have anything planned you tell him. he tells you he is having a little get together shortly and invites you over. He smiles at you. You can't refuse, there was something about this guy. He turns you on, you have an urge to just jump on him and say "take me! do what you want, ill be your slave." So are you ready? you ask him eager to leave with him and eager to be alone. Sure he says, you and him walk toward the door. We can take my car you say, Sure he replies.
There you stood looking into your hell aka the mirror. You can't remember the last time you have seen your face without a cut or bruise. You wash the remaining make-up away what wasn't already washed away from tears. You could not wear make-up, your husband Robby said make-up was for whores. To your husband you were just a f#%& up, a nobody. Just someone who had his dinner ready and lived in the house. You walk back into your bedroom were you stare at your husband passed out drunk on the bed. He stank of beer and sweat. The thought that you ever f$%^&d him makes you want to vomit. Your once loving, caring, attractive husband. Now just a fat f&^$#Ng slob! You can not remember the last time you two were happy. This thought saddens you, at the same time made you angry. You often think of how life would be without him, maybe to often. But could you do it? How would you do it? And do you think you could get away with it? Or would you miss him? Have you grown attached to his brutality,? You don't know you are confused, filled with mixed emotions. You just don't know. You put your pj's on and climb into bed with that thing you call your husband. You close your eyes and think of the night you have experienced. You went to bar, a new one called Devinne, . You had saw it on tv. It looked different not like other clubs, But more like a goth club. You walk in and have a seat at the bar. You have a couple of drinks. you feel tipsy. A pair of glowing ice green eyes caught your attention from across the room. You could not help but to glare at him. His eyes were alluring. It was as if they were pulling you toward him. The next thing you know you are walking in his direction. It don't seem like seconds and you are there standing in-front of him. You could not move, you do not know why you are feeling this way. All you know is you feel frozen. His eyes so sexy, his hair barley draped down over them, it was jet black, and so was his clothes, "uh hello" you feel embarrassed, knowing you have just stood there gawking at him like some freak. You say hello with a nervous laugh. You can feel your drink slightly shaking in your hands. "are you alright" he says. You guess he has noticed your drink slightly swaying back and forth. Yes im fine you say. He ask to you have a seat and you do. "so what are you doing in a club like this? you do not look the type" Don't judge a book by it's cover you say to him. He laughs, even his laugh to you, you find appealing. "so what are you going to get into tonight?" He ask, O well i really dont have anything planned you tell him. he tells you he is having a little get together shortly and invites you over. He smiles at you. You can't refuse, there was something about this guy. He turns you on, you have an urge to just jump on him and say "take me! do what you want, ill be your slave." So are you ready? you ask him eager to leave with him and eager to be alone. Sure he says, you and him walk toward the door. We can take my car you say, Sure he replies.