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About Me Member Self-proclaimed Genius Eric Grey17/Male/United Kingdom

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“You’ll pay for this, you know. We’ll never leave you alone.” The male said as he bolted off into the woods, his small coven following swiftly behind, disappearing from sight in seconds, “You’ll pay! Wait and see!” A smug smile tugged at Craven’s lips as he walked back to his car, flipping his phone open to ring the emergency teller. He smirked, sliding onto the gleaming black hood of the car, watching the building being consumed by the flames.

Linwe looked up from the new novella she had just started reading on t

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New Life It had been almost two weeks now that Linwe had kept her residence with Craven. She would have had a much harder time adjusting to the change had she not been completely and utterly swept away by Craven and his antics trying to keep her entertained. She had been on many walks through the woods on his property, been night swimming, and adventured throughout the huge house he lived in with his coven. There were ten or more other vampyres that stayed there, but she could never get a good count for how they came and went. She saw new faces every day. She loved the devotion that Craven ga New Life
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Blood “I figured you'd come back eventually.. You ruined my surprise though. Do you happen to have a knife?” She doesn't bother to look at him. She takes one slow step at a time, leaving a small trail of crimson behind her. “This is far too slow for my preferences.” “Is this really necessary, Beauty? You're just making a mess that someone else is going to have to clean up after you.” He yawns impassively, like an adult waiting for a child’s temper tantrum to pass. &n Blood
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Caeln As the water rose to a comfortable level, Linwe turned off the water, dipping her toes into the heat. She cringed, laughing slightly. Having even found a radio, she blasted music, almost to see how much of a pain she could be to Craven. Bass made the room thrum as she slipped into the water, bubbles covering anything the water might miss. Taking a deep breath, she dunked herself, flinging her hair back a moment later. Looking around, she laughed, seeing water gathered in little pools all over the floor. “He can pa Caeln
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Current Residence: Southampton
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Interests: Music
Favourite band or musician: The Rasmus
Favourite genre of music: Brassy :)
Favourite style of art: Drawing
Operating System: HP Pavilion
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Nutshell ;D
Wallpaper of choice: That which resides on the wall..?
Skin of choice: Yours :O
Favourite game: Fire Emblem
Favourite gaming platform: DS Lite
Favourite cartoon character: Anything from DC or Marvel <3
Tools of the Trade: Hehehe.. Well.. you know what the ladies call me >_>;;.. *bad thoughts*

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One of those fucking awful black days. When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour These are the days when I hate the world, Hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones.
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things. And then I hate myself for realising that, There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.

We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end These things don't change You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents. But sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.

One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.

He's compromising
At least he's got a job for life
Get born, get school, get job, get car
Pay tax and find a wife
And on that note
The end can't come too soon
If you're not living on the edge
You take up too much room
I could've been a contender
I could've been a someone
Caught up in the rat race
And feeling like a no-one
Put me in the papers
With the money and the girls

I bite.