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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Killing Of Amaranta
[time] => 2005-01-26 19:48:02
[hometext] => For those of you who read Desmond & The Rothschild's: Part 1, this is part two to it. If you haven't read Desmond & The Rothchilds's, then read that first.
[bodytext] => Okay, so Desmond told me to hurry, I’m glad that some of you worthy people out there like this, You must stay tuned; it’s a great story indeed I wont give you the slightest of a clue, You’ll just have to read on, simply read on It was Desmond, whose eyes darted around in suspicion He wanted to make sure no one was going to see, See what he was going to do next First it would be Amaranta, Seduced by the one vampire who would kill her How could anyone resist me you say? Well, no one can, for one I’m charming It’s not only my handsome looks that give it away Or maybe it’s just the dark aura that makes me, Either way, Amaranta didn’t know what was coming to her The parent’s had to go last, They where the ones who hoarded most of the plentiful riches Sure Amaranta had that family jewel, I wanted to get my hands on that first Be sure to queue the evil laugh (Ahahahaha) Ahem, anyway…enough! On with the story! So it commenced, Amaranta had surrendered to me, She held my hand with giddy anticipation Her light rose lips suddenly brushed my cheek An enchanting smirk materialized on my face Amaranta’s face blushed into shades of red I laughed slightly at her sweet innocence, But soon that toxic wave of lust clouded my sight Her grip tightened on my hand, As she opened the door to her dark room She pushed the white, French doors closed, I pulled the golden cord and the gossamer curtains fell In the dark her gray eyes glowed They searched for me in the hollow room Until at last, I’d found her My fingers twirled around the strings of her corset Slowly, enjoying every moment, I untied it I slipped it off, my hands rushed down her arm I knew I was traveling into secret territory She never stopped me Having fun in the dark, there is no need for light My arms wrapped around her little waist Hands quickly descended upwards Amaranta let out a gentle whimper Chills were causing Goosebumps to appear She turned her body around, and found the silver buttons on my shirt Fangs began to emerge from their sheaths, I grabbed hold of her gleaming face, As my fiery kisses were dotting her neck, A vampiric growl escaped my lips My pearly daggers ripped and shredded her neck, Like an eccentric butcher would do to a slab of meat They tore away at her fading flesh, I silenced her terrified screams, but victoriously… Her graceful voice disappeared into the air I took the jewel from the ground, and modestly put in my breast pocket Crimson blood gushed from the void in her neck A crystal glass from the dresser I took, And happily drank the remaining blood I kicked her limp body over, Admiring the beauty of death [comments] => 0 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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