I'm surprised at what te believe. I'm that simple girl, skipping down the dirt path surrounded da trees, with a basket of goodies filled with the mother of my mother. I must be careful of the wolf, people think.
Please.
I am the wolf.
I'm the one fading in and out among the forest, stalking my prey. I don't just use claws and fangs; I use silver bullets and blades. I use my superhuman senses to smell them out.
No one suspects it. I've got secrecy on my side. A cappuccio hides my ears, a gonna covers the tail. And the red color wasn't to create the irony.
It's the color of blood.
So no one sees my destruction.
A little thing about blood...
It's a stupid thing. Too much of it kills you. Too little kills you.
We all have different types. A, B, O, and some are negative.
And vampires, which I believe in.
They say Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. draw blood from the victim. They prey on beautiful women, and take it from their necks.
That's not correct.
Blood draws vampires. Think about it-- if those women could live without blood, would the Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. attack them?
Didn't think so.
I'm not attempting to be so harsh, for those of te thinking that. I'm only straightfoward. I speak my opinion. I speak the truth.
If te don't like it, my sword has your name on it. And silver always finds it's target.
Afraid of the big, bad wolf?
You'll be very surprised when te meet her.
Please.
I am the wolf.
I'm the one fading in and out among the forest, stalking my prey. I don't just use claws and fangs; I use silver bullets and blades. I use my superhuman senses to smell them out.
No one suspects it. I've got secrecy on my side. A cappuccio hides my ears, a gonna covers the tail. And the red color wasn't to create the irony.
It's the color of blood.
So no one sees my destruction.
A little thing about blood...
It's a stupid thing. Too much of it kills you. Too little kills you.
We all have different types. A, B, O, and some are negative.
And vampires, which I believe in.
They say Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. draw blood from the victim. They prey on beautiful women, and take it from their necks.
That's not correct.
Blood draws vampires. Think about it-- if those women could live without blood, would the Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. attack them?
Didn't think so.
I'm not attempting to be so harsh, for those of te thinking that. I'm only straightfoward. I speak my opinion. I speak the truth.
If te don't like it, my sword has your name on it. And silver always finds it's target.
Afraid of the big, bad wolf?
You'll be very surprised when te meet her.
“When we take revenge against another, we lose some of our innocence”, that’s what they tell me. So I guess I Lost all of my innocence. Oh well, I Lost it early, might as well have gotten rid of it. See people throw random Citazioni everywhere, a lot of them don’t seem to apply to me.
“When te get knocked down, pick yourself up and brush yourself off,” I pull the legs of the person who pushed me, bringing them down too.
“It takes 42 muscles to frown, 17 to smile, and 4 to punch, punzone the person,” And it only takes 4 più to snap their necks.
Catch my drift? Good.
My name is Agony
And this is my story.
“When te get knocked down, pick yourself up and brush yourself off,” I pull the legs of the person who pushed me, bringing them down too.
“It takes 42 muscles to frown, 17 to smile, and 4 to punch, punzone the person,” And it only takes 4 più to snap their necks.
Catch my drift? Good.
My name is Agony
And this is my story.
Prologue-
White stella, star Lines, Southampton, England
06:47 BST, December 15, 1911
“Hey Jim!” I called out.
“Good Morning Miss Orname!” the worker called back.
I grinned widely and continued my walk through the construction yard. Up ahead was the crown jewel White stella, star Lines had been working on: the Titanic. Unsinkable, the largest ship ever, and it was going to bring a lot of money to my dad and he could retire and sposta back to Scotland.
My name is Tiana Orname and this is one heck of a story of my life.
White stella, star Lines, Southampton, England
06:47 BST, December 15, 1911
“Hey Jim!” I called out.
“Good Morning Miss Orname!” the worker called back.
I grinned widely and continued my walk through the construction yard. Up ahead was the crown jewel White stella, star Lines had been working on: the Titanic. Unsinkable, the largest ship ever, and it was going to bring a lot of money to my dad and he could retire and sposta back to Scotland.
My name is Tiana Orname and this is one heck of a story of my life.
All I could think about was the past. Staring at my brothers body, it made it harder to forget. Fang making fart jokes at the school through our cages trying to make me laugh. Me jumping on the letto trying to wake Fang up, laughing when I "accidentally" kicked him where it counts, him shoving me off the letto and onto the floor I stood there the past drowning out the battle in the background. I felt hands on my shoulders, followed da shaking.
"Nudge? Nudge c'mon! We've gotta go this place is gonna blow!" I didn't budge. Still Lost in sea of emotions I choked down a sob as tears filled my eyes.
Yeah, yeah. I know it's short
"Nudge? Nudge c'mon! We've gotta go this place is gonna blow!" I didn't budge. Still Lost in sea of emotions I choked down a sob as tears filled my eyes.
Yeah, yeah. I know it's short