And so the petal falls

Giselle Fantasia · 10-08-2011, 10:36 PM

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His hot breath was in her cream-tipped ear again, and the young woman tore her head away from it as best she could, pushing on his other arm. But she bit her own tongue as her fangs clamped down upon it, feeling the sting of a steel kiss, as the crystal dagger nicked the pale, soft flesh of her throat. The warm, gushing liquid trickled out slowly, and Giselle was trembling so badly she felt she would fall if this strange man suddenly let her go.

Despite the dull throb now at her neck, which began to drop slowly and stain the top of her dress, her ears perked up when Silvano began to speak in a different tongue. She had not known him to speak italian, and though she had heard the language was pretty, it was anything but when it boomed from the knight-to-be. When her tear-stained, pale blue orbs watched the dagger disappear from her presence, the young woman reached up and pried his giant fingers away from her mouth, if only briefly. Oh, Silvano, help! Her lungs begged to scream out when they were being muffled, and the woman choked out her grief with the plea.

Ahh! Her hands suddenly flew out in front of her, and the dark haired woman realized she was let free, but with a hard shove the ground rose up to meet her. Oof! She said, hitting the hard packed dirt as the shadows of the evening engulfed her. Giselle was hurting in several places, but her body curled up as she lay there, propping herself up with an arm while the other flew to her blood-stained throat. When she pulled her fingers away briefly, they came out sticky, and the woman swallowed hard, fearing for herself and the man whose anger was directed at the savage, nearly the same anger that turned him into the beast only days before. The damsel could do nothing but lay there, too scared to call out for help, staring on as her eyes watered with hope.

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