Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are you wantning to take a shower or something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling safe under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that you are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what you faced, what you lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that you chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while you still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I love you."
"I love you too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
___________________
[TEN]
I looked up at Jerek, my head on his chest, my index finger tracing patterns over his skin.
"What?" He asked, his arm around me.
"Nothing." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay. Well, are you wantning to take a shower or something? It's four." He said.
"No. I want to stay right here." I moved my head back to where it was, watching my finger run along his skin, making patterns I didn't know what of.
I looked up, feeling safe under the covers with him, as if no one could harm us while we were under the covers, without moving my head, and looked at the Death Clan of the Fallen symbol that was stained onto his left pec.
"I like it." I said.
"You like what?" He asked, looking down at me.
"The mark. The symbol."
"Why?" He said.
"It shows me that you are better than the members of the Death Clan of the Fallen. It tells a story about you, it shows what you faced, what you lived through and outlived. I like it because it tells me that you chose the right path, getting off the tracks of the wrong one while you still could. It's like a cool battle wound." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"You know you're a bit weird?" He laughed.
"So I've been told." I said, and stopped tracing his body, and put my hand on his stomach. "I love you."
"I love you too." He said, and I put a leg over his waist.
Three years after Renesmee’s violent birth, her family are disgusted with her when she decides to live with the Volturi for a life of evil. When she feels everyone is against her, she runs away to Italy to find that the Volturi are really not that nice. A new vampire wants to kill her and has the ability to make her do stuff she doesn’t want to do. The Cullens run after her before it’s too late. Who will survive…?
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Please comment and read life after breaking dawn and the next story in the series Blackout!!! :)
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