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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 25, 2012 12:02:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework I stepped into Hollister. Music was blasting and the smell of cologne was overwhelming. Taking a moment to adjust to the faint lighting, I looked to the dress department.
A sailor-looking striped mini glared back at me. I just had to try it on! Grabbing it (and about ten other dresses) off the rack, I hurried to the changing rooms. The changing rooms were really just a thin curtain hiding you from on-lookers. I slipped into nothing but my undergarments and then zipped myself into the dress. Not looking at the mirror, I prepared myself for the surprise of how it looked on my body.
I closed my eyes and quickly counted,
"One, two, three!"
I turned and gasped. The dress was so short that if I were to even slouch, my butt would hang out. My boobs hung out half way, and my curvy hips threatened to burst the seams.
"Curses..."
I sighed and changed back into my old clothes, readying myself to try on other clothes.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 25, 2012 13:57:24 GMT -5
Everybody's Hatin' cause You walk in with a 5 Star Ratin'
Brooke sighed stepping into the dark store that was Hollister. Shed just picked up her snap-back from Vlado, and was now just randomly shopping. She looked around, finding a Bandeau swimsuit that she adored. She as batched it up and went into the dressing room.
She undressed, and tried the swimsuit on (leaving her underwear on). She looked in the mirror stuffing herself. The wseimsut actually fit perfectly. Happy, Brooke put her other clothes back on, and prepared to check out. |
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 25, 2012 16:13:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework I swooshed the curtain open as I exited the changing room. I sighed. I suddenly stumbled backwards. I pulled the curtain shut behind me. My stomach flipped inside of my body. I gulped in some deep breaths, trying not to hurl. The acidic vomit burned the back of my throat. Trust me when I say you do not want to see vampire puke.
I had immediately recognized the sweet scent of blood as I had tried to exit the changing room. The same blood that the youngster that had helped me up from the asphalt. I screamed in vicious agony.
"AGH!!"
I gripped my neck hard. My nails dug into my flesh.
"AGH!"
I reached into my nearby purse. A water bottle with what appeared to be kool-aid was in my hand when it returned to the light. I took a huge chug and then gasped for air. Half of the bottle had disappeared already.
"Ah... ah..."
I sighed loudly. I felt only a little better. My hands were still shaking like leaves and my stomach was churning. I skittered out of the changing room. I tucked my nose into my shirt. The nausea had faded away, but I knew better than to think that the child was gone.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 25, 2012 20:52:12 GMT -5
Move ----- Get out the Way.
Brooke suddenly tunneled to the ground. Someone was gasping breath and sounded like they were gonna puke. Brooke sat up and saw the girl drinking her look aid, she seems familiar.
The girl got up and left, leaving Brooke stunned. She stood and grabbed her stuff. She quickly checked out and caught up to the girl. Are you okay? she asked. |
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 25, 2012 21:12:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework Oh no...
The queasiness returned. The child. She was there! But the world was fading in and out of black rapidly. I saw the store clerk rush to my aid. Her hands were unzipping the back of my blouse. Wasn't I breathing? No, I wasn't. I gasped for air, my lungs threatened to shatter.
"AGH!"
I screamed repeatedly. The scent of blood was overwhelming now, and I felt myself slipping away into unconsciousness. I was barely aware of CPR being applied to me.
"No, no, no..."
My words were a meek whimper. I blacked out.
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Post by Brooke Coleman on Jul 25, 2012 21:20:07 GMT -5
Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots, Sh-Shots,Shots, Shots
Brooke gasped, scared. Was se doin something??? Was the girl sick?? She didn't know. Then she thought about it. No person would just fall over and get sick. You'd have to do something more.
Brooke narrowed her eyes at the girl suspicious. Of who she was, of what she was. It was most defiantly a possibility. She had a few of the traits.
She spun on her heel, her blonde hair flying. Brooke made way for the door. Let the girl rot, se most likely wasn't human anyway... |
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Post by Josie Bonds on Jul 25, 2012 21:32:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework Dark dreams, and silly nightmares drifted out of my mind, as the sweet and all-to-familiar scent of blood almost disappeared. I opened my eyes. I was shirtless, cold. Scars were fading on my skin.
"Ugh, what---?"
A frightful face bore down on me. His warm chocolate eyes were wide with fear. He pointed a crooked, judgemental finger at my scars that were almost gone by now. From what I could tell, we were the only ones in the room.
Slowly, I stood. I walked towards him. He tried to back up, but he only got two feet before he hit the wall.
"What's wrong, honey? Is something wrong?"
His jugular vein popped up and he swallowed hard.
"You... You're a---"
He began. I put my finger to his lips.
"Shhhh.... It's going to be our little secret."
I pressed my lips to his. Once his lips had melted into mine, I slowly moved up his jaw bone. Slowly down his neck... My mouth parted, and I said one final sentence before his oncoming death,
"Sorry, you were such a pretty toy, too."
I bit and sucked him dry. His body fell limp.
"Buh-bye!"
I called as I strut out the door, wiping a final drop of blood off of my cheek. Now, for the child.
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