She saw his bare chest and his face turning bright red. His mouth opened then closed as though he where going to say to say something to her but forgot. She smiled in a quiet manner until she saw the weather.
"Is it snowing?!" she asked clearly conserned "Aren't you freezing? Please put on a coat! Or at least your shirt!" her whole face filled with consern. His entire chest was red and rawly cold looking. He didn't even seem to notice it was cold or snowing. His eyes seemed bright despite the squeak that had filled his anxious and confused voice just moments before...
"I,..... uhh,..... I....Don't..... like... shirts?" He answered as though he was unsure himself. "I didn't know it was snowing. I guess I should put on a shirt, shouldn't I?"she studied his face a little more. His eyes smiled so big his mouth didn't have to.
He slowly pulled out a plade button-up shirt. One like she'd never seen. It too, had perfect stitching.
"Who sews your clothing? It's absolutely perfect." she questioned.
" A huge machine in China, I guess..." his face held nothing but confustion.
"What's a machine? And China? What's that?" her perguntas made his face screw up in confustion. Her's revealed nothing but plain empty feeling. As though she where hiding something very deep. He never answered.
"Well umm, so now that I know why your wearing the dress, why so elaborate?" his question, though clearly ment innocent brought back the night.
"I'm getting married." she spoke in a whisper.
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Her face had solitude hidden in it. Her warm eyes became cold as ice. He felt the need to comfort her. It became incredibly strong. "Wait, what?"he thought. He barely knew this girl and when she become sad he wants to hold her?!
The frost in her eyes thawed.
"If I said something that offended you, I'm sorry." he whispered.
"I wasn't your falt. You did not know."
The air blew through his hair. It didn't mover an inch. And for the first time she relized the deep scratches on his left cheek.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your cheek, the cuts."
"Oh.. " he paused. "My cheek." he touched it lightly. "My aunt .... umm, hit me."
"With what?!?!" her eyes grew wide.
"Her hand. She wears rings."
"What kind?! Razor rings?! It was that angry old lady, wasn't it!" she began yell. It took her only a moment to realize her voice rose and that she was yelling.
"How... do you know her?"
"I told you, I have visions." she paused. "And I'm sorry I yelled. I-I got upset. Can you please forgive me?"
"It's okay...so what do you mean por visions?"there was a bang on the door behind Gabby and a mans voice.
"Gabby, may I speak to you?" it was her father.
"I'm so sorry, Miguel, but I have to go."
"Bbbut, wh...." She put down the colar and his cold, red, handsome face dissapered.
"Yes father you may come in."
"Is it snowing?!" she asked clearly conserned "Aren't you freezing? Please put on a coat! Or at least your shirt!" her whole face filled with consern. His entire chest was red and rawly cold looking. He didn't even seem to notice it was cold or snowing. His eyes seemed bright despite the squeak that had filled his anxious and confused voice just moments before...
"I,..... uhh,..... I....Don't..... like... shirts?" He answered as though he was unsure himself. "I didn't know it was snowing. I guess I should put on a shirt, shouldn't I?"she studied his face a little more. His eyes smiled so big his mouth didn't have to.
He slowly pulled out a plade button-up shirt. One like she'd never seen. It too, had perfect stitching.
"Who sews your clothing? It's absolutely perfect." she questioned.
" A huge machine in China, I guess..." his face held nothing but confustion.
"What's a machine? And China? What's that?" her perguntas made his face screw up in confustion. Her's revealed nothing but plain empty feeling. As though she where hiding something very deep. He never answered.
"Well umm, so now that I know why your wearing the dress, why so elaborate?" his question, though clearly ment innocent brought back the night.
"I'm getting married." she spoke in a whisper.
~¤~¤~¤~¤~
Her face had solitude hidden in it. Her warm eyes became cold as ice. He felt the need to comfort her. It became incredibly strong. "Wait, what?"he thought. He barely knew this girl and when she become sad he wants to hold her?!
The frost in her eyes thawed.
"If I said something that offended you, I'm sorry." he whispered.
"I wasn't your falt. You did not know."
The air blew through his hair. It didn't mover an inch. And for the first time she relized the deep scratches on his left cheek.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your cheek, the cuts."
"Oh.. " he paused. "My cheek." he touched it lightly. "My aunt .... umm, hit me."
"With what?!?!" her eyes grew wide.
"Her hand. She wears rings."
"What kind?! Razor rings?! It was that angry old lady, wasn't it!" she began yell. It took her only a moment to realize her voice rose and that she was yelling.
"How... do you know her?"
"I told you, I have visions." she paused. "And I'm sorry I yelled. I-I got upset. Can you please forgive me?"
"It's okay...so what do you mean por visions?"there was a bang on the door behind Gabby and a mans voice.
"Gabby, may I speak to you?" it was her father.
"I'm so sorry, Miguel, but I have to go."
"Bbbut, wh...." She put down the colar and his cold, red, handsome face dissapered.
"Yes father you may come in."
which seems like the
most logical
answer.
I’m not exactly
dead, dead
I’m just kind of
gone.
Wiped off the
face of the planet.
You have to be or
t h e y
will find you.
I know,
t h e y
sounds very vague.
The real term for them is
Musuh (Moo-soo),
which means “The Enemy” in Indonesian.
They are like my kind’s
Supreme Court
but their punishments
can be a tad mais um...
severe,
let’s say.
Now onto my kind:
vampires.
Yes, the blood-sucking,
immortal,
***s p a r k l e – i n – t h e – s u n l i g h t***,
soul eaters.
Sigh.
Mortals have always had a
v a s t
(and slightly crazy)
imagination.
Real
vampiros are hardly
any of these things,
well except
blood-sucking
and immortal.
most logical
answer.
I’m not exactly
dead, dead
I’m just kind of
gone.
Wiped off the
face of the planet.
You have to be or
t h e y
will find you.
I know,
t h e y
sounds very vague.
The real term for them is
Musuh (Moo-soo),
which means “The Enemy” in Indonesian.
They are like my kind’s
Supreme Court
but their punishments
can be a tad mais um...
severe,
let’s say.
Now onto my kind:
vampires.
Yes, the blood-sucking,
immortal,
***s p a r k l e – i n – t h e – s u n l i g h t***,
soul eaters.
Sigh.
Mortals have always had a
v a s t
(and slightly crazy)
imagination.
Real
vampiros are hardly
any of these things,
well except
blood-sucking
and immortal.
Why me?
I look to the stars
for answers.
All they do is sit there,
*T w i n k l i n g*
They make me want to
grab
and
tear
them out of the sky.
Not that it
would help.
Nothing can help me now.
It’s hard for me to understand that
I’ve
been
sentenced
to
death.
All my mistakes,
I knew they’d come back to
actually kill me.
It’s not fair.
I know:
l i f e ’ s n o t f a i r.
I’ve had mais
than enough times
figuring
that
out.
I look to the stars
for answers.
All they do is sit there,
*T w i n k l i n g*
They make me want to
grab
and
tear
them out of the sky.
Not that it
would help.
Nothing can help me now.
It’s hard for me to understand that
I’ve
been
sentenced
to
death.
All my mistakes,
I knew they’d come back to
actually kill me.
It’s not fair.
I know:
l i f e ’ s n o t f a i r.
I’ve had mais
than enough times
figuring
that
out.
moonlight:lets go to black castelo draka.that is where we will find the jewl.draka:we are here.lets go inside.so they went inside then a fairy came up and said, leaflight:do not toutch that.draka lets beat her up.so they did and they took the jewl and then black crowns with red jewls on their heads.draka:yes we are rulers!!!moonlight:at last and we also get our own castle!!!now we are beataful to moonlight:we have the power to take over the world!!!!!!!draka:so we will
THE END
THE END