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Theres No Blood Drops Just Roses ~Chapter One~

shar_shar_says_rawr · 2007-07-27T22:58:11Z

You were at sitting at home looking at the pictures you took in the past. You saw every little detail, from what you took now was far better than you took then. You were no longer some intern in a photo shop. You weren't too big, but you got some pretty generous assiments. They payed enough for your apartment rent. You didn't dare Going back to your parents house. They wanted you to go to Yale and all that. You refused and decided to move in with you boyfriend Aiden, but you two were far over, You didn't want your parents to find out. They would prove you wrong and make you let them choose your future. You were admiring your photos and comparing you past and presents. Soon the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hello, is this were Lacey Clark lives "speaking" " I heard you're a photographer" "Why yes I am" "Well if you would like to we have a job for you" "Yeah, that would be great" "Well, today at six PM we would like to go to the Valley Woods and take nature shots" "Okay, and your name is?" "My name is Marco Gregor Helsing" "Hi Marco, I guess I'll see you at six" [/i]"See you there" It was now four it took an hour to get to Valley Woods and with traffic it would take an extra thirty to forty minutes. You took you phone ipod and camera. You started your car and before you knew it you were at you destination. When you parked the car you went into the woods. I should of brought my hoodie[i] you thought to yourself You went deeper into the woods and saw a tall young man in front of you. "You must be Lacey" "Yes, and you are Marco?" "Yes, You may begin taking some shots." he said with a smirk "Aren't you going to give me instructions?" you asked "Don't be silly, just do your job" he said giving you a wider smirk This smirk was getting on your nerve, but since you didn't want to be rude you let him. You some photo's of the wild flowers and plants. Soon Marco began to approach you, looking over your shoulder pretending to look at your work them all of the sudden.. he started to kiss you on the neck. "Your scent... it's so sweet" he whispered into your ear You tried to run but he grabbed you and squeezed your arm, leaving a bruise. "If you scream or make one sound I'll kill you now" He said angry He continued to kiss you sending you shivers down your spine. It wasn't pleasant at all. You shut your eyes tightly hoping it was just a nightmare. It wasn't you felt a stinging sensation Were he was kissing you. You opened your eyes and took a glance there was a trickle of blood were it stung. You looked at Marco is smirk widened showing his fangs. The Small trickle became a huge stream of blood. You couldn't help but scream, the pain got worse and worse. He began to suck the cut and stream of blood. You were getting dizzier and dizzier each second. Soon you saw a tall figure heading your way. At this time you knew you were going to die. You saw the stranger approach Marco. He did something to make him drop you. You hit your head furiously and everything began to blur. You tried to keep your eyes open but it felt good to keep them shut.

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Sun Sep 23, 2007 4:22 pm

Someguy says... · Sun Sep 23, 2007 4:22 pm

Sorry, I meant it is a good story.

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Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:12 pm

JC says... · Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:12 pm

hey, someguy...its not a poem...

But that is not the question. Why we are here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come. -Beckett

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Theres No Blood Drops Just Roses ~Chapter One~

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