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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Number 5:

Danielle felt a bubbly feeling inside of her stomach. Her heart seemed to ached for more. His lips tasted incredibly sweet...
Her eyes flared open. What was she thinking? He was the enemy, probably sent from hell to assassinate her or something. She would not make the same mistake as she did a few years ago. Making up her mind. She kneed the man in the chest. She immediately noticed the lack of warmth but she ignored it. With her head pounding she stood up in her stance once again.

The man looked up to her with a distinct hurt expression in his eyes. But that soon vanished that even Danielle wondered whether she saw it. She was convinced she didn't when he smirked at her. Anger flared up in her as she felt like wiping that goddamnsexy smirk of his damn face.

Her anger quickly turned into confusion when he stepped to the side. As if allowing her to run past him and to the door.

"Well, go. Run away if you must. I know where to find you..."

she stared at him, wondering whether its a trap. but she took the chances anyway, she ran as fast as she could towards the door and opened it. She then stopped. "Why?" she asked.

He just smirked again. Danielle shivered, feeling his demonic aura pulsing through the room. So she ran, this time, not turning back.

"Because I get to have some fun chasing after you..." he said sadistically as he laughed to himself. (crazy di.)

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god bianca. thats so you! lol. but they made out a tad bit too early in the story... so sorry if u were expecting a whole make out session. haha

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