Richmond’s Diary
That night was the most painful and yet pleasurable experience of my entire life. First of all, one has to put this in perspective: I'm a 20 year old college student who drinks… a lot. Yet I felt a strange emptiness, an emptiness that can best be described as the one you get knowing that the most grotesque specimen of woman would not sleep with you. Knowing this, it came much to my surprise to receive an invitation to a "private party" from a girl that didn't even know I existed. Granted, I had seen her a million times in French class, but I had only momentarily glanced at her and she never, never looked back. All of a sudden I was going to a party! You know those moments on movies where something really cool happens and you hear, "Alleluia!" Well, that was one of those moments. I accepted the invitation in stride… oh, who in the hell am I kidding, I grinned the entire day, and my professor
Purple flames appeared atop a snowy mountain, flaring for a brief moment, leaving Darren standing alone on a mountaintop, surging with energy, he directed his energy outwards, hurling explosive fireballs at surrounding mountains, watching avalanches cascading down their slopes. He screamed at the sky like a rabid monster, the very mountain shook with his anger, before he collapsed on his rear.There he sat, on top of the world, nobody around for miles, and cried. He cried for Hannabelle, he cried for his inability to control his emotions, he cried for his confusion on how to deal with her. Since the moment he saw her face, he knew she would be trouble, but he just couldn't help himself, one hundred years ago he'
"Sorry," she said quickly, turning to leave.
"Fuck fuck fuck Fucking FUCK!" Darren cursed as he sipped his scotch, "why don't I just kill her and take her soul? I don't fucking know! Of course that would be the easiest solution, hell, if some fucking demon gets a hold of her, me killing her would be a fucking mercy!"Darren for all his power and wisdom, couldn't help but yell and rage at himself while pacing around his room. Hurling his glass at the wall, he was unsatisfied even as the glass obliterated into the tiniest of shards. He threw himself back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, reaching out he managed to feel for the bottle of scotch he'd set out and bringing it to his lips he chugged down half the bottle."She's nothing lik
"Hannabelle?..." said a cool, calming voice, "Hannabelle... You need to wake up."
Aithusa's POVI'm confused.
“Are you still planning on telling me that your name is Georgina?” asked Jared as they both went inside.“It is the name that I go by now. I am not going to tell you anything more than you need to know,” said Aithusa while she went inside her room and closed the door with a slam. Why she was angry she herself had no idea but she knew that he had left her all alone and now she had to deal with the fact that they might be never each other’s again.“I did not know it was you, Thusa…” Jared said softly. Aithusa was undressing and changing her cloths inside and she suddenly stopped. Her hands stopped moving and she had to sit down on the bed. She was silent. He knew it was her and she had not known all this time. This was the reason that she had come back. That she had signed the deal. That she had made sure that she would have to live for an eternity.