Lydia and Damian

Lydia and Damian

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He was walking right next to me, on the side of the mountain. With out thinking I kicked his feet out from underneath him. His eyes went wide and he started to fall. He was trying to grab everything around him to save him but he was only coming up with snow until he grabbed my leg. Before I could save myself he went flying down the mountain, dragging me down with him. I screamed all the way down. All I could think was I am going to die. Luckily the hill didn't have to many rocks or anything so I didn't get scratched up too bad. I heard Damian hit the snow-covered ground with a thud and I landed right on top of him. Too tired and sore to move, I just laid there trying to catch my breath. “Well if this is what it was going to take for you to get on top of me I would of done it sooner.” He said. That’s all it took for me to get off of him. I stood up and started walking away.
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They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

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