Hopeless Advocate .

Hopeless Advocate .

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"You're the perfect soul for me. Every piece of you is something quite the amusement." He looks at me with a slight smirk. "Why are you so scared? This is what you crave for. You love the fear in people's eyes, their body trembling, and the fear that you could smell a mile away." He touches my hair and tucks it slowly to the back of my ear. "No one can help you but me. The brains of a mastermind. Alalea, You're the perfect soul for me..."
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'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

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