Damon walked towards the old building. Jeremy had told Damon Veronica was alone now and though Jeremy didn’t want Damon to hurt her, he still thought that if Damon threatened her she’d listen and leave. Damon, on the other hand, very well knew Veronica wouldn’t let him scare her off and so there was only one thing left to do. Kill the bitch.
He opened the door, which was unlocked. That should’ve occurred strange to him, but Damon didn’t pay much attention to it. He walked through the hallway until he found the largest room.
“Hello, Damon” Veronica said. “So, Jeremy signs up and ten minutes later you show up on my doorstep. What a coincidence”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a coincidence” Damon commented.
“Neither would I” Veronica replied. “Let me guess. You’re here to tell me that if I ever harm so much as a hair on dear Elena Gilbert’s head you will kill me. Is that about right?”
“Actually I was going to kill you before you have the chance to harm so much as a hair on Elena’s head” Damon answered. He raced towards when Veronica turned on the lights. They were surrounded by at least thirty people and they all aimed a weapon at Damon. Only now he saw Veronica had her crossbow in her hands, which she now too aimed at him.
“Consider this war” she said sinister and she fired.
He opened the door, which was unlocked. That should’ve occurred strange to him, but Damon didn’t pay much attention to it. He walked through the hallway until he found the largest room.
“Hello, Damon” Veronica said. “So, Jeremy signs up and ten minutes later you show up on my doorstep. What a coincidence”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a coincidence” Damon commented.
“Neither would I” Veronica replied. “Let me guess. You’re here to tell me that if I ever harm so much as a hair on dear Elena Gilbert’s head you will kill me. Is that about right?”
“Actually I was going to kill you before you have the chance to harm so much as a hair on Elena’s head” Damon answered. He raced towards when Veronica turned on the lights. They were surrounded by at least thirty people and they all aimed a weapon at Damon. Only now he saw Veronica had her crossbow in her hands, which she now too aimed at him.
“Consider this war” she said sinister and she fired.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...