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He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp. A vampire? I reach out, an inexplicable urge filling me to touch a part of the tapestry. Right before my fingers touch the fabric, though, Madame Aldine loudly clears her throat. I drop my hand at my side, guilt shooting through me, and join her at the end of the hall. One of the lights is burnt out, causing shadows to pool around the door Madame Aldine stands in front of. Apparently I have the good luck of getting the creepiest room in the place.

She had earned her reputation as the top bodyguard in Martin's state for a reason. Initially, she believed the battle was over, seeing Ian unable to maintain his footing. Yet, he managed to raise his hand, revealing a lighter. It appeared he had retrieved it after Vic had thrown him to the ground. Vic's eyes widened in shock as Ian ignited the lighter and tossed it to the floor. Flames erupted and spread rapidly as he doused the area with gasoline. The heat intensified swiftly, and Vic could only watch in disbelief at Ian. "I told you," he laughed. "WE WILL DIE TOGETHER!"

You know how in movies, just before you die, time seems to slow down, and your life flashes in front of your eyes, making you question every decision, every choice you've ever made leading up to that moment? Sometimes, some long-dead relative, shrouded by a halo of light, is waiting for you at the end of a long, narrow tunnel to help you crossover. And other times, it's just the light. All you have to do is walk towards it.

Three people who had tried to play me for a fool. “I see that you couldn’t help yourself,” she said, pointing to the passed-out elder on the floor. I chuckled, “Collateral, something to let them know that I had been unto them from the beginning,” I said. Hudson moved forward, “What is the play here?” he asked. “Easy, they will aim for Grey, killing him before the war starts. But that is the signal, once Grey is killed, the army of the undead will rise,” I said.

Tyler said, laughing. The other males laughed. “Fight for fucking what? A pile of ashes,” I said, matter of fact. It seemed like we were wasting a lot of time, but I was happy to do it. The Shadows would be here, my mate and brother would be here soon. I still felt Diego close, and a few times his emotions went all over the place. It dawned on me he may have witnessed the death of my parents. Or did he kill them? I shook myself. I wasn’t sure if Diego or Ryan doing it was worse. I didn’t want the visual and I didn’t want either of them to have that in their dreams.

Margo could not control herself especially since she was under darkness. TROY VAÑEZ. 28 yrs. Old It is currently cleaning its gun. While the cigarette was stuck in his mouth. Troy is tough and fearless. It is also a hired killer especially when the pay is large. He has nothing to miss there were many people outside on guard but he came out for a moment when he heard crackling and noise, he also fell silent immediately, he was also surprised for a moment when he saw someone quickly pass in front of him and in that dark part what he saw penetrated. He didn't want to ignore it, but someone pushed him to go for it.

But despite the audible crack as the glass strained in his grip, it was emptied in the usual way. "Do you know how hard it is, lad?" Nathaniel sank into his chair. "Watching the world pass by. Seeing those you knew wither and die like the weeds that overtake their graves? You can feel your own memory fading, and even if you become a legend, your real person is forgotten." He fondled the neck of the bottle, watching as it refilled, drip by painful drip. "When those you knew die, you die as well. The truth ends, and fables begin. And what's worse, I have to end the lives of those who should have had years ahead of them." He leaned back, his eyes fixed on the cobweb glimmering in the corner. "I

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

He makes a trail leading to the door. Drakon pulls out his lighter. The silver Zippo. He hands it to me. "Your honors," he says. I take the lighter. It’s warm. I look at Nikos one last time. A heap of black leather and betrayal. "Goodbye, Nikos," I whisper. I strike the flint. The flame dances. I drop it. WHOOSH. The diesel catches. A line of blue and orange fire races across the floor. It hits the body. The flames roar up, consuming the Reaper cut, consuming the lie.

"I'm sorry. I can't bear to see Elliot sad. Just consider it another thing I owe you." I lay trapped in that bed for several days. While my physical injuries slowly improved, my life was ticking away. Waiting around just to die filled me with absolute despair. Five days later, Elliot walked into my room alone. Seeing me pinned helplessly to the bed, he burst into a cruel laugh. "Dariel, since you're about to die anyway, I might as well tell you the truth. The person who needs the kidney is actually someone Eddie hit with his car. Quite a coincidence, isn't it? They just happen to be a perfect match for you."