Flamingo-queen

The woman gazed up at the sky with a great anxiety. Her breaths were long and laborious, as if she was fighting a battle against her own will to take in the air that kept her alive. The sky's teardrops fell onto her face, merging with those of her own. The thought of her failure brought reminiscence of her uncompleted life back into mind. Her body was growing weak and weaker, the sound of screaming ringing in her ears. Tails of fire caressing her face, urging her forward toward the gates of death. How she longed to walk forward, but at the same time, how she pleaded to stay back. She wasn't so sure about death now, not when so many things we

Claebrylla mused in his throne. Skyla was the perfect victim. Sweet, innocent…just a girl. He would only have to seduce her and the rest would be like taking candy from a baby. But Rodrigo…he was there… in the way. Something would have to be done… * * * Lebius walked through the graveyard alone. Thoughts of her, that damned woman, plagued his mind. As he made his way to her grave, he noticed something horribly, horribly wrong… It was empty…… She was back…

I pressed myself further against the cold cement wall, wishing it could just swallow me up. Another flush of tears fell from my eyes, mixing with the crimson painted all over my face. He lay next to me, face twisted in the look of sheer horror. He didn't move… he didn't breathe… he was dead. My heart was torn, but I managed to crawl to the door. I'd have to leave without him, my love. I looked down at my stomach where the knife had been embedded those few moments ago with regret… Blood, my blood, poured out onto the marble floor beneath me. I gazed at it with amazement as not one drop parted from the rest of it, just stayed together as one