Post by rosiebaybay on Jan 12, 2010 21:58:58 GMT
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THE PREACHERMAN LET US BOW OUR HEADS AND PREY
LORD PLEASE LIFT HER SOUL, AND HEAL THIS HURT, AND THE CONGREGATION ALL STOOD UP
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she had been at it for a hour. another hour in which her skin, pale as death already, was loosing the light dusting of colour it had, another hour where her gums started to hurt beyond the pain of pain, and she stopped breathing, if only to preserve energy. she didn't have much left in her. she hadn't had anything to eat all day, and, being a fledgling, that was almost murder. but she had assumed she would get something tonight, some real, human, warm, live blood. the stuff that could sustain her for a couple of days, rather than the japanese processed shit that they were feeding her to substitute. it just wasn't right. she couldn't survive off of that for the rest of her life, and there was no way, being who she was, that she could acquire more than a few doners. it wasn't as if she was liked.
the streets were empty. two in the morning on a friday night, and the whole damned street was empty. not one should had walked past in the time she had been here, leaning absently against the wall nest to zonko's, situated smack bang in the middle of the street, but still, nothing. everywhere was dead, not a soul in sight. lights were out in every shop, bar a few bedroom lights in the scarce premises above the shops.\
sighing, she sat, her aple skin reflecting the light from the small, floating, glowing spheres of light that served as streetlights. autumn knew she could be easily seen, but with the way she was dressed, and her allure turned up full blast, she'd be safe. actually, she'd be more than safe, if someone happened along. anyone would be caught instantly in the flare, feeling an immense need to approach her, to love her, male or female. and then she would seize them, drinking her full, healing them, and obliviating them.
sighing, she stretched languidly, and waited, waited for the slight rustle that her ears and her nose would pick up, and waiting for the smell of fresh blood that would make everything better.
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OUTFIT: see picture at top.
LYRICS: carrie underwood - just a dream
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0