Desmond of Darkness. . .

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     One very dark and stormy night, there were many different events that took place. A cat got stolen, a dog got killed, and a person . . . well let’s just say that person went missing. That person’s name was Desmond. Desmond, he was a friendly person during the day, but once those lights went off and the sun went down . . . he was a bad man. He was part of a secret group, the group he was a part of was full of evil villains and people who steal things . . . they were all smokers who had bad breath. Desmond had a girlfriend named Neeeixon, everyone calls her Nixon. Nixon was a dreamer; all she ever did was dream . . . until the day her beloved Desmond went missing. When Desmond went missing Nixon started experiencing endless nightmares.  All she ever thought about was what could have happened, what DID happen.  Nixon didn’t like sunlight so whenever her and Desmond went outside she wore a veil over her face to protect her pale skin . . . she claimed she was a vampire’s assistant. She believed Desmond was a courageous human being, she believed his courageous qualities was all there was to him.  All she was able to see about him was his good qualities, she couldn’t see the repulsive lies that were hidden in his eyes, she couldn’t see how obnoxious everyone thought he was, in her mind they were engaged to be engaged.  All her friends reached a consensus that he was a terrible man and that Nixon shouldn’t love him . . . but she couldn’t help it. He was everything to her, he was what made the world a brighter place, he was the only sunshine in her life. . .she loved him. In fact, she was in love with him . . . all she thought about was him. Her constant thoughts were of his beautiful gleaming brown eyes, the lifelike and childlike laugh he had, the gorgeous  smile he had. . .she loved every quality about him. The day he went missing, her world crashed to pieces. She couldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t do anything but cry her eyes out . . . Desmond, Desmond, and Desmond . . . that was the last thing she thought about, the last thing she said. When she learned of his death that night on that cold dreary December day, she took a sharp blade and she swiftly slit her throat tears streaming down her face while blood dripped to the floor.  . .