With luv, Your Worst Nightmare xoxo

With luv, your worst nightmare xoxo [1]

'*'*~ Trying a different angle now, hope you peepz like it. Dnt gotta tell ya wat u hav to do if ya'll know what to do ~*'*'

With luv, your worst nightmare xox

[1] Too easy... 

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"p-please Anna... f-find him, avenge us"

"Daddy please" I sobbed "don't go"

"your turn" Christian stalked towards me "now we can be together forever"

"I don't want to see you ever again" I cried, tears blurring my vision "I hate you"

His amused expression changed stone cold immediately, and with that he lunged forward.

Darkness. 

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These dreams were becoming recurrent. 

My eyes pried open with a vengeance. Anger coursed through my veins, my hands trembled with determination blood lust blurred my vision,

Pain?

Long gone.

Fear?

Non-existent

I stopped feeling the day the moron cursed me.

I'd stopped crying the day I realised my family weren't coming back.

I'd stopped understanding the day he changed me.

There was no going back now, I wanted him dead.

I wanted to kill man who drained my family of any life within them.

I wanted to murder the man that stole life from me when he changed me.

I wanted the manipulative son of a bitch to rot in hell.

If he moved, I would follow.

If he hid, I would find him.

Not a single thing could make me change my mind. Not even the fact that he was ultra sexy, the way his sapphire blue eyes shone when he looked at me, his lush full pink lips and the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled, his shaggy dirty blonde hair... I shook the thought from my head.

He knew nothing about me, but here's the catch, I knew every goddamn thing there was to know about him, as simple as it sounded to simply break his neck and get it over with, I wanted to make him wish he'd never set foot in my house, never touched my family, never been freaking born.

See my daddy was a psychologist, and let's just say - for lack of a better phrase - I could play with peoples minds if I wanted to, I was pretty good at it too. Still lying on my back on my bed, I smiled wickedly, I was...almost excited. I guess that no longer being technically alive does that to you. Though all this diabolical planning only intensified my thirst, thanks to my killer looks the next loser I fed on shouldn't be too hard to find. I finally got out of my bed brushed my pearly whites, through on my True Religion jeans, matched with a Balmain Beaded military style tank top and for shoes; I chose Giuseppe Zanotti black pumps. Ironically, I was dressed to kill.

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I walked along down the alleyways of Manhattan; it had an eerie feel to it. I heard men talking from a distance; I could hear them nearing me

"Damn check out that hottie" one of them whispered to another, he sounded gruff kinda like a bear.  

I turned around, flipping my wavy waist length dark brown hair in the process; I gave a shy smile feigning innocence