The Way I Fell

The Way I Fell

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"Your being ridiculous Amira " His voice raises "You don't make the decisions I Do " he roars eyes dark and cloudy, throwing another piece of furniture into the wall his claws slicing through it like paper. "Does he mean that much too you?!" Atticus says his voice dark "Everything". Amira is a blood slave sentenced to a life of misery and indifference. That is until she meets Sebastian Ulysses Knight...Her new master. Her pull to him is tearing her apart and their somehow intertwined ties do nothing but cast her into further confusion. Can she save a soul of the damned or will he succumb to the shadows of his past and bring them both down in flames.
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"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly. Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder. Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak. "Undress yourself", he demanded."

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