Post by Patricia "Tricia" Franklin on Oct 9, 2009 15:35:53 GMT -4
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and
``save me from the D A R K
Patricia Franklin
The rain was a steady downpour that night, not that Patricia cared. She didn't mind getting a little wet, besides, the dense trees in the forest served as a pretty potent umbrella. Patricia began to run as quickly as she could, music from her iPod pulsing into her ears. Get away, run away, fly away. Step, step, step. Lead me astray, to dreamer's hideaway, Step, step, step. The miles flew past as she ran, this was her release, her sharp golden eyes took in every detail.
I cannot cry 'cuz the shoulder cries more, Step, step, step. She scarcely breathed, she just had to run. Never stop. Her red locks fanned out behind her, as she had neglected to put her hair up. I cannot die, I am whore for the cold world, Step, step, step. She was going to make her way clear to the Canadian border and back in no time. Patricia came to a sudden stop, her keen senses had picked up on the scent of someone unfamiliar. A vampire.
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Word count: Enough
Clothes: Click me
Location: The forest, in a small clearing
Notes: None, really...
