Plate in hand she walks up the stairs and into the bedroom. She puts the plate down on the side table, and opens the window. A worm morning breeze blows in her face, she lifts her nose up to smell the air. Pinecone sent fills the room, mixing with the pancakes and syrup. She turns, sitting on the bed, across from the door, and takes two massive bights.
She remembers sitting on the bed just out of the shower, Elijah made her pancakes, waffles, eggs, and orange juice. He came in the room, and she ask him how he could have done all of this? His simple reply, "You disserve only the best," with a smile. As she grins back. She thinks to that night, when the pair lad out on the roof and watched moon go up. She wakes up from this dream in Elijah's old room. How he would trade the sun for the moon and stars. Little did she know it was really all for her. Everything he did was for her... even leaving.
She makes her way back out in to the hallway, now dressed. (Gray skinny jeans, a red v-neck, and black sneakers). Sitting on the bed, eating what little pancake is left she starts to think of Mick's bar.
Way back when. She used to work there that's how Mick and Hunter meet. Well actually they had meet once before. Neither of them where really paying attention. Tell years latter. When one remembered, what the other was supposed to forget. What the other was made to forget!
She's was restocking behind the bar, she has just started working at when she looks up to see a tall man. With blond hair, pretty blue eyes and a pail complication. The tall man approached the bar. "How can I help you, handsome?" she said seductively leaning on the bar, exposing her cleavage. "No, I just wanted to meat my new employee." Her eyes widen as he starts to smile. "I'm so sorry." she said with blush creeping over her face. "No, it's okay. Its quite nice of you." he paused "Especially coming from someone as beautiful as you." the open window and street lights make their eyes sparkle. Little did either know trouble her working in that bar would have for the both of them.
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I know I haven't been weighting in quite some time but hoppfully you can forgive me. I'll be making it up to you all very soon.
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A Wolves Cry
Manusia SerigalaLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
