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Jul 14, 2020 13:56:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2020 13:56:41 GMT -7
April 16th, 2025 Mmmm, nothing tastes better than the lack of humanity on your lips,
the color of blood staining them red like an expensive lipstick,
oh won't you, won't you kiss me? It was easy to find Heleens ex boyfriend, too easy. It almost took some of the excitement out of the chase. Not only that, but Andy almost got there too soon and hadn't quite developed her blood lust for the night yet.Thankfully, the second she saw his residence she felt a wave of calm rush over her. Not a normal calm, this was the kind of calm that washes over someone right before they're about to do something completely insane. All in a nights work. She knocked on the door, and when he answered she looked him up and down before pressing her hand against the door frame. "Excuse me," she spoke slowly, "I was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest hospital? I'm from out of town and got separated from my group on our way back from the bar-pub-thing," her American accent was flawless, as if she was born with it. He answered some directions, but before he could finish his sentence she was slamming her fists against his palm with such force that he flew backward into the apartment, slamming his head against the wall. "Convenient," she whispered. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a bright room full of plants. Andy was sitting on a chair across from him, leaning back against the wall. Sure, he begged a bit. Maybe sounded a little scared, tried so sound tough a few times, but when the vines started to wrap around his hands and feet and into his mouth, ears and nose... he didn't really have a lot of ability to complain anymore. Andy yawned dramatically then slowly stood up and took the necessary steps forward to close the gap between them. Using both hands she ripped the plants free and he let out a loud scream. "Now shush," she asked him, leaning forward and pressing a finger against his lips. "This isn't necessarily all for her, you know. Sure, she's a dear friend of mine and you really shouldn't be writing her little love letters," she raised her wand, "but it's also been a hard couple of weeks for me. My boyfriend was poisoned-" he tried to speak and she clamped her hand over his mouth, even though blood was dripping out of it, "please, listen. Anyway, my boyfriend was poisoned, my girlfriend continues to prove she's too good for me - not in a spiteful way or really on purpose but," she paused. Pulling her hand back she surveyed his blood on her hand, "over dramatic much? That's okay, I know all about being over dramatic," then, with incredible force, she shoved her wand down into his throat as far as it could go without her having to release it. He jerked his head back as he tried to release another scream. "I know, I know," she soothed, "I know what it's like to lose the love of your life," she looked up at the ceiling where a bright flower was glowing overhead, "if only someone was kind enough to do for me what I'm doing for you."A deep breath, eyes closed, a whisper. "Avada Kedavra." And that was the first time she ever used that spell.
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