In Between Time

In Between Time

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"Time's up."She would say I stared at her holding a knife she licked it and blood came out of her tongue showing those fangs of a blood sucker. She smirked with mischief as she come near to me. I can't move I was tied up with chains while sitting on a chair. "It's time for you to die Anon." Such a great time to end. Oh wait... Death you say? How could a vampire possibly die? Only time could end it. Maybe I was in just dreaming of Katerina again. Well I have to go back in time to start my story.Let's repeat history. In between every thing in past and present.There is 3 things hope, faith And love. The most important is Love. I still love her even though she plays silly games pretending to kill me. That's life I guess It's like a dream nightmare or daydream.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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