by ButterflyHandcuff » Sun Dec 26, 2010 4:34 pm
Darius looked at the blood, his throat seeming to burst into a horriable flame. But he was used to the feeling, and could control himself enough to answer. "270 years, 271 in July. I would ask you, but mother always said it's impolite to ask a women's age." He looked at her, his eyes turning a vivid red. He clutched his jaw, his eyes going back to the red liquad he wanted badly. He unknowingly grabbed her hand, too lost in the bloodlust to notice.
September won't you bring me some rain again?
This sun is melting my skin,
And I would give you anything to feel something else
September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound.
And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.
Bite down, hard. Bite down.