Bitter Taste

Bitter Taste

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Hunting things was all she knew, it's the only thing she really understood in life. The every waking moment of grabbing for the knife that stayed under bed or the gun locked with silver bullets inside her night stand. Forced to live with fear because her father had a dying wish to seek revenge for her mother. All she had to do was follow the simple rules, but as things take a turn for the worst she is forced to break them in order for her father to be safe. --- His eyes stayed on mine, the hint of a bright golden color as a small smirk took over his lips. His dark black hair was gelled back and a cigarette rested between his teeth. All that surrounded us was the sound of the lighter and my heart beat. "I'm glad you're here," I heard myself saying to the pale creature in front of me. His eyes lingered on my form before flickering back up to my eyes. "I need your help."
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