The air was decorated in a stiff and unemotional manor, uncomfortable for those who walked around the 'couple' sitting at the posh café. The 'couple' sat across from each other, ignoring the uncomfortable stares they received from other costumers and unnoticed pedestrians. The 'couple' stared at one another, judging each other with their weary eyes.
The female, of the supposed couple, sat back within her chair, fully relaxing against its wide comfy back. Still staring at the male, who was seated across from her, with a questioning gaze. Though she was patient and could wait for answers, her outward appearance showed other wise. Her light blonde hair was cropped in a short pixie styled hair cut, in which she spiked in a sophisticated yet young way to frame her perfectly oval face. Her smoky blue eyes, that remained glued to her male companion, were surrounded with a sharp line of black eyeliner, her lashes slightly curled with the help of her mascara, and her eyelids were dusted very lightly with a subtle green. Her eyebrows were delicately shaped and plucked with one drawn up in questioning manor. The female's nose was straight, small and delicate, and her lips were plump and drawn into a slight smirk.
Unlike his female companion, the male had shaggy brown hair that lay straight giving him a boyish look with a manly body. His face sharp and narrow was contorted in what seemed to be annoyance with his companion. He had sharp and angled brown eyes, eyebrows drawn downward in a dark manor, a sharp nose and thin lips drawn into a tight snarl.
His companion sighed and shifted her eyes to the piping hot coffee that was before her. She had lost this round that she knew, and she also knew what this loss had cost her.
"Alright Edward," she said muttered darkly, "I'll do it." The man across from her smirked in triumph as he leaned back in his chair, his face relaxing from the contorted false annoyance that had graced his face. He never said a word, and the air about the two was as ever, never changing, except for added mysteriousness.
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A teen girl sat against the wall covered in blood crying to her self as she rocked back and forth. She had been attacked and, unlike the other innocent souls who were attacked by the very man, she had survived.
Only the man was barely, his soul being added to the collection of other evil souls on their way to hell. The man in question laid a little ways away, covered in his blood, barely living. He had seen this day coming for a long time, for he did delve in forbidden acts of taking innocence. With the others he had failed, he had succeeded with this one girl though. He had succeeded in making her taste her first kill. He had succeeded in encouraging her into killing others. A path where she would be tainted with his evil.
He smiled as he passed, joining the souls on the path to hell. Knowing only two things as he passed, one that she would kill again. The second was that teenagers were always the easiest to taint.
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An unknowing high school only four miles away from the previous scene sat empty as students, teenagers, waited sourly for the biggest change of their lives that could very well happen to be someone's very last big chance.
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B: Hope you enjoyed the prologue to the new and revised 'Letter of Adoration'. I like how this is heading much better than the first try I had. Though it is just as short sadly hopefully it will compel you to keep reading and survive through my non-updating phases. Review if you see a future for this please.