"Leon, wait." yelled my little sister Yuffie. I was half way out my bed room window.
"shh...." i told her, "you'll wake mom."
"But, Leon, you shouldn't sneak out. You'll get in touble again."
"No i wont, unless you tell on me again." I whispered to her.
"What happens if mom wakes up?" she asked.
"Just go back to bed and stop worrying about me." I almost yelled at her. I jumped the rest of the way out of the window without another word and walked down my street.
As i was walking i looked up at the dark sky to think when i heard footsteps behind me. i tried to glance back bot the person was way to far back. I sped up my pace to try and loose who ever it was.
As i turned the corner i could still here him coming. So i decided to stop and wait. i could hear that he was running towards me. i turned around as ,he got close, ready to punch when some one jumped in my arms.
"Leon!" she yelled. It was Yuffie.
"shh...." i told her, "you'll wake mom."
"But, Leon, you shouldn't sneak out. You'll get in touble again."
"No i wont, unless you tell on me again." I whispered to her.
"What happens if mom wakes up?" she asked.
"Just go back to bed and stop worrying about me." I almost yelled at her. I jumped the rest of the way out of the window without another word and walked down my street.
As i was walking i looked up at the dark sky to think when i heard footsteps behind me. i tried to glance back bot the person was way to far back. I sped up my pace to try and loose who ever it was.
As i turned the corner i could still here him coming. So i decided to stop and wait. i could hear that he was running towards me. i turned around as ,he got close, ready to punch when some one jumped in my arms.
"Leon!" she yelled. It was Yuffie.
Lesson One: Bats Drink Blood. You Do Not.
I found this poem on the back of my Vampire Vineyards Pinot Noir bottle.
But first on this earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for the sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But first on this earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for the sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
