*Throwing knives was a second nature. It had been so ever since Rennie taught me all those years ago. I set myself up for the perfect hit; releasing my knife into the air with the speed and trajectory that was sure to hit the target between the eyes.* God, that's beautiful. Don't you think Rennie? *I turned toward my mother and grinned*
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Status: Meison
*I threw another shot of bourbon down, having lost count of the number. All my mind could think about was Elizabeth. The last Christmas Eve we had spent together. Her smile, her laugh, her smell. Everything assailed my senses as though she were still in front of me, in my arms. Motherfucking Breed. I would make everyone of them pay for her death.*
Saturday, December 20, 2014
{Christmas 2014} Tavia and Corinne
*Pressing play on the CD player, I was in the mood for a little jazz music for Christmas, while I wrapped the rest of the presents. Singing along to the music of Ella Fitzgerald Winter Wonderland, thinking I was alone, tapping my foot to the beat* ~I love this music~
*Turning quickly when I heard foot steps walking my way, smiling widely when my sister Corinne walked in*
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Status: Corinne
*She sat on the side of the bed buckling her red shoes. She didn't have to hear her mate's grumbling to know he was not happy about tonight's event, his feelings rushed through her like a tsunami. Looking up she watched as he fumbled with his bow tie. Standing, she slowly sashays over to him, He never did get the hang of tying a tie a bow tie and the gods forbid that he try his hand a neck tie, it always ended up resembling a noose. Taking the strip of cloth from him she makes short work of the task making a perfect bow. Patting his chest she looks up into his eyes and smiled* Hunter. I feel your pain but its only for a few hours and then you can put on those ugly black cargo pants and do what you do best. *Tucked safe in his arms she felt the bulge of his weapon. Looking up at him his jaw clinching she smiled and knew he heard her* Always the warrior, regardless of attire.
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