D3ADLY S!N

D3ADLY S!N

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Romance
Mr.Hall is Intelligent, funny, charismatic, and lustful, Not to mention handsome. His short blonde hair is tousled in a way that said, "I didn't bother with my hair because i know it looks good." And his eyes? So icy blue you'd think a blizzard was forming right there. Every girl in school desperately wanted a spot in his Algebra class. Every day you'd hear girls sigh at the mention of his name in the locker room. They'd swoon over him in the halls. All the while, the male student population would scratch their heads, incredulously studying what he did. Trying to figure out what Mr.Hall had that they didn't......Well,besides immortality and a pair of razor-sharp fangs. Mr.Hall was a supernatural being. No not a vampire but something much more important. Can you guess what?? Or would you like to join persephone on her journey to find out?? Props/Dedication goes to -SensualPie- :)
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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