I know i have been MIA for forever and i wanted to see if anyone wants me to finish the old stories as well as start this new one. An Xover between Twilight and Harry Potter....
anyways hit it up with reviews and I'll know you still love me... This week only If you have anything to say about Michael Joseph Jackson I will thank you personally beaus etoday was his memorial God bless the King of Pop and his family....
anyways on with the show...... I own nothing xcept the plot......
love,
Lethie
"Do you know what is worth fighting for, you twat?" a cold voice growled. No faces could be seen in the darkness of the room, although a small candle was lit barely staying aflame in the corner. No one spoke for a moment…
"Yes, sir. I will fight for you master," a smooth low voice answered. A man dropped to his knees scurrying along the floor.
Breathing heavily almost anxiously he breathed, "Master he must go if we hope to acquire the prospect." His voice was scratchy, looking for his master's attention.
A heavy breathing began, wheezing the first voice venomously shrieked, "Go boy! We've not much time," he said trying to gain breath, "are we clear?"
The smooth voice that begged to be listened to answered, "Crystal…."
The conversation that followed consisted of delicate orders and clear instructions. This boy had a mission and nothing could stop him. He would do anything to complete his job.
Slowly the dim candle glowed brighter and brighter creating silhouettes of bodies, still moving but no sound.
A pain erupted in my chest pumping faster. This pain and the light both threatening to end this experience. I reached out towards the light falling forward…
BAM!
"OUCH!" I screamed grabbing my face. Falling on the floor was not my ideal way of waking up in the morning. But this was my ideal morning. Today is the day I get out of the middle of nowhere to Boston, the greatest city on the east coast.
I grabbed a quick shower my gray skinnys and a bright ass blue skelanimals shirt. Strapped on my black chucks and waited for Renee and Phil to be ready. As soon as they walked down the steps, I loaded their bags and told them I'd buy them Dunkin's at the car ride was filled with my ipod blasting lots of eyeliner and Phil's shitty rap music. As if I give a fuck about some big guy spending three grand on a stripper, to not get laid.
I fell asleep to the sounds of Madina Lake blasting through my headphones thinking of the weird dream I had last night.
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