(A/N: warning includes, vulgar language, violence, and sadness. Read at your own risk.)
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Dear rabbit
My legs are getting weak chasing you
The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew
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"Mamma!! mamma!!" A little girl exclaimed. She was about the age of 4 maybe even 5, long pale hair braided neatly back from, her face as her violet eyes shined brightly.
You opened your arms to her as she ran into them, enclosing her small frame into you.
"Hey sweetpea." You smiled lightly. "Its late what are you still doing up?" You brush a couple of loose strands of hair from her eyes.
She rocked back and forth on her heels, a small smile graced her plump features. "I was waiting for you." You laughed, and kissed her forhead. "Well I'm here now so let's get you to bed huh?"
You lay in bed with your daughter cuddled into your side safely, running your hand through her now free hair. "Mamma?" Her quiet voice asked. You 'hmm'ed in response.
"Can you tell me a story?" She looked up at you with pleading eyes you just couldn't deny. "Sure sweetie." You took a deep breath and began to tell the story. "Once there was a wolf and a rabbit..."
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That this blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry
And I've captured you once, but I wasn't quite right
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me
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There was a pounding on your door, it was loud and traveled throughout your apartment, startling you awake.
You jumped out of your warm bed, the cold night air caressing your bare arms, sending chills throughout your whole body.
You quickly made you way down the hallway into the living room area were the source of the rude awakening.
You unlocked the door, the beating ceased the moment you grabbed the handle. You took a deep breath, twisting the knob and opening the door.
There in your door way was a tall, silhouetted man. He was covered in blood, and looked disheveled and pale. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your throat.
"Please.....help....me..." he whispered. Suddenly, he began to fall, which caught you off guard but nonetheless, you caught him.
His skin was flawless, cold, and almost paper white. His pale hair was in a distraught state, and his clothing had been torn and soaked in blood. You gasped, "Oh my God..."
You gently layed his head to rest on your carpeted floor, quickly going to shut the door, retreating to the injured man on the floor.
His cold body chilled you even more as you took his arm around your neck, leading him to your couch.
You stripped away his bloody clothing revealing his cut up skin, fresh and old scars littered his skin and he need to be treated quickly.
After hours of cleaning, stitching, and bandaging up his injuries, You watched him, more like observed, because you wanted an explanation on why this man would be beating on your door in the middle of the night.
