There I was, lying in a desperate excuse of life. I wanted to die and I felt myself almost slipping but I couldn't escape the pain I was in. I couldn't move and he had already left my wannabe corpse, considering me no more of a threat. I couldn't die and I couldn't move. I figured I'd die of starvation on this floor.
An hour after our bout I heard fat ass's footsteps going around the house and the sound of swishing liquid. I didn't bother to try to think of what it could be. I didn't think it mattered, I was going to be dead anyways.
I was dead wrong when I thought it didn't matter. I felt the liquid pour onto me and the smell nearly, suffocating me made me know it was gasoline... He was going to burn me alive along with the house.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." I heard him say as he through the lighter on the floor and ran out of the house.
Within seconds the flame had reached me and I felt my skin burn and bubble. I wanted to scream but I was frozen and couldn't move.
The house was burning and I could hear the house falling apart around me and I was finally slipping out of consiousness as I was melting and disappearing into a vapor... I was dead.
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The Bryan Chronicle
Teen FictionThis is a story of the vampire Bryan and how he became the monster he is in SocialRebelGirl's story. I really enjoyed her characters and it inspired me to do a tie in novel. I'd be thrilled if she would make this an official tie in. I'm usually not...
