Post by Julian Fulke on Aug 25, 2011 16:35:34 GMT -5
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Julian walked down the empty hall, the blood from his last victim stained his teeth. Bright neon lights lite up the dark building. He thought back to her screams and how they excited him. He licked his lips one more time still tasting the blood that lingered there. A smile spread across his face, he loved the taste and smell of the girl.
He let out a deep sigh as the door swung open, the warm air touched his cool skin. It reminded him of the days in England when him and Juliet would run off to the side of the old pound. He smiled as memories of the only love flooded his mind. He quickly made his way to the riverbank as he thought of her beautiful face. He sat on the ground skipping rocks, pictures of Juliet’s sky blue eyes and long black hair seemed to dance in front of him. The touch of her soft pale skin sent chills down his spin.
A sudden noise pull him out his thoughts, he jumped to his feet and readied himself for anything. Just then a figure emerged from the darkness. Julian stared as his eyes began to adjust to the light. He watched as the figure got closer “Whos there,” he shouted. [/ size]
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