Laying in a slumber upon one of the old beds in the West Park Hospital, Amelie was awoken by the sent of young blood, mixing with the usual smell of decay. Her own cold blood began to pump in her ears, as her keen eyes pierced well through the darkness. Sitting up in the bed, sniffing, she stood up annoyed that her rest was disturbed.
Then a small boys voice emitted through the many corridors like an echo. Narrowing her keen eyes Amelie stalked through the corridors, her heals clicking, as she headed towards the sound of the voice that was disturbing her peace!
Locating the small boy and stepping in front of him she looked down. Her beauty was sure to stun, that's what it was for in the first place, a trap. Pushing her tongue along her fangs, her keen eyes pierced the boys face. Ignoring the smell of his blood that was drifting through her nostrils, she tapped a slender foot. "Look, would you stop yelling?!" Amelie snapped. "How am I supposed to sleep with you carrying on like that? What are you doing here anyway?"
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |