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The six years of survival instincts forged under Arthur’s shadow surged into sharp, icy clarity. "Vance!" Kaelen gasped, his voice tight with adrenaline. Vance was heavy, a massive wall of muscle pressing down on Kaelen’s chest, his breath coming in ragged, wet hitches against Kaelen’s neck. Blood, dark, hot, and metallic, was pouring from Vance’s left shoulder, soaking through his white dress shirt and pooling onto the dark carpet. The laser dot flickered across the bed frame, dipping toward Vance’s back.

The needle was already in the air, on its way, close to Riven’s neck. I aimed for the needle first. I watched the blade fly, intercepting the needle midair. The tiny needle snapped in half, but nobody in the stands could see something that small. But the blade didn't stop. It kept flying forward. Slush! It sank into Vance’s body. At this point, I was already tripping, falling down. I crashed on the floor from the speed used to throw that sword. I could hear the gasps, but my eyes stayed focused even on the floor. I watched Riven fall — but also Vance. Eyes wide, then slump. His body went limp.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

He can’t really be underestimated, he have such skills to turn the table around, a weapon for killing. “D*mn this!” X pulled out the knife on his thighs. The Cutthroat then walked frighteningly towards him. He was fully wounded, yet he was standing like there’s nothing at all. He really can't feel pain. That's the reason why he has stitches on his face. Hurting himself is his way to felt pain the feelings that normal human doesn't want to feel. Was all Cutthroats in Dark Moon like this crazy? If so, they were f*cking dangerous!

“Kill the girl. Burn them all. I want my throne tonight!” “Patience, Bloodfang,” Lupus Tenebris warned. “We needed to know exactly what we are dealing with. We will get answers at White Hollow.” “Then let’s go now!” “We don’t have enough souls to widen the portal. We need another attack. Forget the Deathclaw pack, for now. Let us move west, to Vampirehaven kingdom.” It hurt Judy to leave but she obeyed. She she mounted the beast without another word. As it’s wings beat the air, she spat into the night, “Enjoy yourselves, fools. I’ll be back for my throne!”

The first time this happened, I had passed out immediately after using the tissues he handed me to wipe my tears, only waking up to see cremated ashes. Who knew if those were human ashes or the ashes of some animal?! "Please, let's not be rash…" Johnny tried to stop me as I stood up and made a beeline for the morgue, but he was too late. "Honey! Why did you have to die like this?!" I screamed, crying as I reached to remove the bloodstained cloth, revealing Louis' bloody, borderline mutilated face. The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned.

The sharp dagger slashed through the thin skin on her neck, releasing beads of bright red blood. Caleb showed no pity, his lips twitched together as he silently mouthed, "Say something else to him. Do whatever it takes to continue the call." "Henry!" Penelope shouted forcefully after feeling the agony in her neck and reading Caleb's lips.

Tom. (Kelly makes her way to the office) Good morning Kelly, good morning Tim, how was your night? Very well, thank you. Here's the coffee and doughnut you enjoy so much. Thank you so much! I nearly forgot this came in today for you. Tim said. I suppose it's new evidence for the burglary case you're working on. Oh my, thank you very much. (Kelly tears the envelope to view its content). Yes! With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum.

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid. Alpha Vance stepped up to my left hand, his dual axes raised in a defensive guard, his chest heaving against his leather doublet as his shadow vanguard locked down the perimeter doors. Behind us, the regular guards hauled Kaelen's bloodless body through the threshold, laying his pale, bandage-wrapped torso onto the cold dirt floor.