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Her voice was unusually low, and she lifted her head; a nonsensical grin was plastered across her face as she zombie-walked towards me. "You've never called me that before," She said, "And I like it." "Are you alright?" I asked as she stumbled forward. Grasping her hand before she could fall as it seemed she couldn't balance herself, my eyes narrowed, staring into her dazed eyes. "Did you drink?" I asked, seeing the empty bottle of Chardonnay that was on the table. Deirdre nodded, still smiling. She held her hand up, pointing to her pinky to emphasize the amount she had taken. "Just a tiny bit."

"You may not be an Angel, but accessing your powers would work similarly, right?" He smirked as he walked over and joined her side. Zalakai reached up and took her chin in his hand. "How could I say no to such a face?" Lily pulled her chin away. "Let's begin then, shall we?" "Good luck!" Willow told her as she and Dante shifted their attention to the Undead crawling their way out of the water after detaching from the grotesque glob. Rayleigh ran her hand over the page she opened to while she spoke a Latin verse.

Unfortunately, I woke up the next morning with that same agonizing, suffocating desolate feeling. I just wanted death to come and fucking take me. As I came around, my skull pounding from the drugs and alcohol, I discovered that I was in bed with an unfamiliar girl beside me. But as I looked at this girl’s face, I realized she didn’t look so unfamiliar. Actually, she looked a hell of a lot like Evie. They could have been sisters, given the right lighting. Then, the girl woke up while I was staring at her. She smiled as she put her hand on my cock, and I felt a strange sense of relief.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Lying through my teeth comes so easy. Dahlia's eyes glow a faint pink and she looks at the men. Knowing that she only sees me, the delighted look on her face amuses me. "My love!" She walks forward and hugs Trent. "Please help me... I feel so itchy..." she bats her eyes making Trent smirk.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

Her body was still convulsing. I didn't spare her a single glance and instead turned to look at Dahlia. Dahlia trembled, shrinking away from me. "I-I was wrong, Weston! I'm not drinking anymore. I surrender!" I smiled faintly, fiddling with the bottle in my hand. "You want to surrender now, huh? You can't do that, Dahlia! You were acting so brave a minute ago, so keep going! You ought to know that the rule is that we drink until we've fallen under the table! You're still sitting upright in your seat, Dahlia!"

-AMELIA- "Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce to you Mr. Sean Murphy Blackwood." the phone fell from my hand, I didn't dare to turn and look. "Holy freaking shit!!!" I heard Dahlia exclaim near me and that was all the confirmation I needed. I wasn’t hallucinating and this was indeed happening.

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.