The man watched enraptured by the girl dancing on the stage for money.
He had been waiting for her.
Waiting so long that he had begun to believe she was nothing but a lie.
But then he found her. He found her so hauntingly perfect that he knew from the moment that bitch of mother conceived her that the dancing girl would be his.
He waited almost a thousand years for her, lived a thousand more before then not knowing what would be in stored for the man in the black trench coat.
He waited long enough. His patience was running low.
Hiding in the back of the club, he stands and watches the precise movements that drive the other men and women crazy.
A low growl escaped his pierced lips. Soon.
Soon, she would be his and he will never have to share her again with anyone.
Beware, my dear, for our time is near, The man thinks as he stares at the Haunted Tragedy in the making.
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FanfictionWhen I first joined Wattpad all the back in my freshman year of highschool, I originally started off with one story that was a Carl Grimes fan fiction. Fast forward years to graduating high school and starting college, I have over thirty uncompleted...
