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-Do you inviting me? -Yes. (part one)
Before 16 years.
Jack's point of view:
Her heart was beating loudly but I almost couldn't hear it from my anger. She couldn't breathe because of her panic attack, but I couldn't leave her. For fucks sake, she has Maggie. I want her pain I want to feed myself with her fear, slowly and patiently I will play with her last seconds of life. I didn't notice how Lilliana came from this women's house with a baby in her arms. I was so concentrated on my anger and didn't notice that she took her opportunity to go inside her room and take a child. A cat was left mewing on the floor. Not so far my leg.
-"Jack please leaver her". I couldn't hear her pleading, the grudge was too strong. She threatened them and insulted my Lilliana.I don't want that fat pig would die I want that she would suffer. But Maggie began to cry and my sense came back to me. The grudge couldn't let me see that she was safe now in her mother's hands... The kid was still sleepy, with one hand she scKaugnay na kabanata
Dance with a dead one bitches' dress
After 16 years:Maggie point of view:We drove like we were crazy, we sang, screamed, and just loosed our hair. She had shown me in the car her clothes one after another.-"Cute blue dress, black little classic or as always jeans and t-shirts?" Susan was asking she always prepared for me jeans because she knew that for me what was most comfortable was my perfect zone. I never had listened when she advised dressing more challengingly. But she still carried for me those all stuff, she never lost hope of making change my mind. Oh, she had everything! and always was prepared to look her best. She all the time was caring with her a huge bag full of makeup and other girlish stuff. She even had their hair curling-tongs. That girl could be easily any girl's stylist she loved to make perfect dolls of the girls. I have to agree that she was perfect for what she was doing but she also annoyed me because I didn't care about girlish things which she suggested to me every time...It
Dance with a dead one the club
The music was so loud that I had to cover my ears my head began to spin. Sus came near me and was putting her hand on my back in supporting me from my pain. I heard too many voices, too much music, too much screaming, even my vision began to blur. But soon everything came normal again. My hearing adapted slowly by all voices.-"Hey are you ok baby?" Sus asked me with worry voice, but still, it was too loud for my ears her voice gave pain to my head.-" Uh, y..es can you...umm just speak a little bit quieter?" I was breathing quickly and hard, my hands became sweaty and they were shaking so I made them into a fist and kept all my strength to keep myself quietly. I tried to keep them steady on a table, my lowered head looked at people; there weren't many of them by this empty table in a corner of the club, but still, some looked, at me strangely. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Then I opened it, but so many lights made me feel dizzy and some smokes began to b
Dance with a dead one I was dancing with a dead one!
I mixed my cola with Jack Daniels brandy and drank all glass in one shot. -"You are really thirsty, girl!" Sus laughed she was already tipsy.-"Common, let's go dancing." She impatiently tried to raise me from my seat in taking my palm but I just shook my head from one side to another in saying no with my body language, but I smiled at her with apologizing eyes.-"You are so boring, and you?" She asked for Maria with her questioning gaze.-"I want to talk with Maggie and this song isn't for me maybe on another dance ok?" Sus rolled her eyes with annoyance at both of us and looked at his brother."-Oh it is just you left, it looks that I'm on my own, your loss losers.", She showed to us her tongue like she would be a small kid but YoYo blew rudely his smokes to her sister and in response, she showed him a middle finger. Then they are tipsy they all the time-fighting. Sus went dancing alone, but very soon some guys came near her and danced with her.
Dance with a dead one show me your fangs
-"You took drugs?" He asked me carefully but his eyes never left my neck. It traveled from my neck to my face and was exploring it with his dark from lust eyes. The little wildish smile could easily be seen in the corner of his lips. I don't know why his gaze was so deep and he didn't speak for a moment but I liked the way he looked at me. His fingers lifted up my chin that he could look better into my eyes. His thumb touched my lips. And my breathing quickened from the way he touched, the way he breathed into my face.-"Yes is it bad?" I asked him innocently in a whisper like that would be our little naughty secret. My question was more flirting and I didn't expect his answer which would judge me or he would be disappointed with me. I knew he didn't care about my health, my well-being and it wasn't important that he didn't care, there weren't any emotions only lust between us. It was enough for me. It was more than I ever had. I needed to feel that somebody like him wants me
Dance with a dead one Do you want to end like your mother?
-"Let me go". I tried to free myself "Why you had to kill him? he didn't do anything bad." I took another hand and put it on my wrist in trying to free myself but he even didn't move at least an inch from my squirming. His gaze was like I was a madwoman and he just looked what nonsense I will say to him. "- How you managed to escape from me?" He only asked me if my question was an unimportant thing to discuss and only his was important. His gaze was exploring all emotions I had on my face, but he couldn't get any answers to it because I didn't know why his brainwashing didn't work on me and I was glad that it didn't work. -"Don't answer me with another question. You killed him!" I screamed at him with all my courage. He grabbed with one hand through my short hair from my back and pulled closer my head to him that I could easily feel his breathed air on my face. His hand was keeping me strongly but not that it would hurt me. With another hand, he t
Dance with a dead one Hope
Before 16 YearsJack's point of view:He was hiding in a dirty apartment with a cross at his hand if that would save him. Maybe he thought that I am a devil I wouldn't be surprised by his reaction.He hadn't anywhere to hide anymore it was easy to track him, his smell is now easily recognizable. The only thing that protects him is the brown doors. I can't cross them without a permit, without his invitation, but it is ok I can wait. He was hiding for almost a week and all week I didn't see Lilliana. I have many occasions to kill him and go to her but I didn't do that. I waited and waited and avoided killing him in knowing that would nobody stop me from going to her anymore. And he was my stupid pretext to keep myself away from her. But his living made every minute annoying for me too. I couldn't be fully satisfied anymore, I killed three times more and fed myself more than usual but I still was angry more than ever, I drank blood like a madman. I wouldn'
Dance with a dead one Come in
-"It was a mistake, I shouldn't be here" I tried to convince both of us. But my words only made me angry. I was fighting with myself, I did what I wanted but what was forbidden for me. Do Vince's demons are playing to me? Did they send Lilliana to torture me? Or was it his God's bad joke?" But I had to see you that you are safe, both of you." I continued and brushed my hair with my fingers. Then I looked to the doors where there was A glass from where I could easily see a kid who was playing with some toys. She looked happy. I couldn't smell her but it is normal, kids are strange they have a smell but all the time it is different, it is changing too quickly. Maybe her smell is somehow weak. Kids are still a puzzle to us. - "No please stay, I need you." She looked at me with her desperate eyes. She was so frightened what she was afraid. Does she afraid of me? she said that she needs me it was like words said by a sirene. she needs me...I could listen to those words agai
Dance with a dead one They want kill Maggie
Before 16 years Jack's point of view: She slowly closed the doors. Her eyes never left mine when I passed her while her hands were holding the door, she was looking from my feet to my head. I smiled and bowed my head in not wanting to stare at her and make her be shy I liked how she looked at me. Was she dressing me off with her eyes? Her cheeks were lightly rosy and I don't think it was from crying. Her eyes burned my skin. I can't lie about this feeling, it felt good, those eyes checking me somehow made me feel uncomfortable in my pants. I had to put my hands in my pocket in trying to hide what is inappropriate for a young lady like Lilliana Storm. Do human emotions all the time are changing so quickly? She was so depressed before she saw me and now she looks calm and excited. She gulped hard her saliva and I began to love her strange habit to do it when she was nervous. I can't believe that I was at her house does she understand what mistakes she is doing. S
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