"I didn't ask to be like this." her words a mere whisper as her eyes laid upon her handy-work. Blood spewed about the corpse of the creature she'd just torn apart, in her hand, the weapon she used to do it with.
The aftermath of her tendencies such as these were horrid. Remorse wasn't an option, usually. At time like this she doesn't regret what she's done, rather, question why she has done it.
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I'm Gone But You're Still Here
Teen FictionOlive Marianne Parker A girl with blood lust... Her father is dissmissive yet concernced. Anxious yet familiar with the creak of the window signaling his daughter is home. There's a stir, though, when Valerie befriends Olive, a rare sight indeed. H...
