The Randoms of Beth :o Do you dare to enter...?


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Quellsrule

4:56pm Jan 30 2011 (last edited on 7:04am Feb 14 2011)

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Sighing deeply, I reached out to caress the scar on the palm of his hand. At my touch, Michael trembled slightly and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.
“Don’t you just wish that things were simple?” I asked gently, my breath catching as he closed his hand over, so that we were holding hands.
“Of course I do.” Michael breathed, opening his eyes, so that emerald green eyes gazed lovingly at me. “And if anyone said different...” Rather than completing his sentence, he growled, and I could feel the growl vibrate through him.

You see, Michael isn’t exactly human. In fact, he is the complete opposite. Immortal, untouchable and bloody gorgeous.

 

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Searing pain shot through my left arm. Peering down to see what could cause such intense pain, I gasped in surprise. I clutch my wrist with my right hand, trying to cover the pentagram that had just been burned onto my skin...

“Welcome to hell, daughter of sin.” A satanic voice hissed in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, as I was dragged to hell.

 

 

 

As I said - Randoms :)

 





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Snufkin

3:47pm Feb 2 2011

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:o My God Quell, your so good at writing!



hi
Quellsrule

11:31am Feb 3 2011

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Why, thank you :)

 





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Quellsrule

7:03am Feb 14 2011

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"Wait there, young lady!" Dad called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes, Dad?" I asked, not even daring to look at him.
"What time do you call this?" Dad asked, anger seeping into his voice. Silence. "Answer me, Krystal."
"Fine. It's four o'clock in the morning, Dad. I'm tired, I need my sleep, so don't make this lecture too lengthy." I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. Usually he looked a lot angrier than he did now, but he looked calm.
"Four o'clock in the morning is not an acceptable time to walk into this house, Krystal! I'm fed up of this. I'm fed up of you getting dropped off by the police, or coming in wasted. I'm getting old, and until you change your ways, I've decided to send you to Memphis. Aunt Carol and your cousins will look after you." And with that, he barged by me, into his room.
I could see how much this was hurting him. I couldn't stop - once you're in with the wrong crowd, you can't get out. A single tear flowed down my cheek, and then I realised what was happening. I wasn't going to see my dad for at least two months.




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