Fill me with your poison.

Fill me with your poison.

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Fill me with your poison. Anastasia Lockhart is was people would call a 'monster' and she believed them, that was until she happened to stumble upon Christopher James, the boy who changed everything. He tore her apart, making her choose between who she is and who she wants to be. '“You think I'm cute?” he smirked lightly holding my gaze as I brought my lips to his ear grinning softly before whispering lightly. “Mouthwatering” I moved my head back to see his startled expression, his eye were wide with fear coursing through them as he looked at me, his big blue eyes drowning deeper into fear, the look of pure innocence standing before me. “Chrissie, baby, I'm joking” My tone was soft and babyish, as if I was mocking him. Relief flew over his face as he kept his eyes glued to mine, as if he was trying to find something. Work me out maybe? He tilted his head to the side revealing his soft creamy neck, the thought of his blood pumping through his veins, the fact he could be dyeing in my arms in five seconds and he wouldn't be able to stop me rushed into my head, what was I waiting for.' (Okay I know I suck at descriptions, but read it, please ? I'll give you a cookie)
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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