Her Venomous Smile

Her Venomous Smile

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The girl with the intoxicating scent. The girl with the sparkling,midnight blue eyes. The girl with the venomous Smile... She walked down the corridor with her hands pushed deep in the depths of her hollow pockets and her fringe hanging lazily over her eyebrows. Her jaw moving up and down slowly as she chewed on her gum. Her red skirt bounced with each step. She glanced at me with her eyes that were framed with dark make up and smiled her sarcastic , evil smile. I watched her with everyday that passed, I'd watch her eyes go orange when she's angry and I watched them turn red when she was hungry. She was more than powerful,she was was soon to be royalty, leader of all packs. She wasn't a werewolf or a vampire: she was both. But to be both, you needed an evil greater than any demon and power greater than any alpha. You needed an immortal Marcilious witch to cast the spell and you needed to spill the blood of the one you loved the most. I've witnessed it all...
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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