ivampirate

Damn him. Damn that bastard to the deepest pits of hell and let him burn there for the rest of eternity. The thoughts are a lie and I know it. As usual, my anger was blinding me and making me think the worst things. Maybe it's not anger though…perhaps its sorrow…or mourning. Or it could be a bit of all three. Yes, I'm feeling all of these emotions whirling around my head because he's gone, because that bastard had to go and die. God, I hate him so much when I think about it. I hate him because of how everything happened, because of how things are now that he's disappeared. And I feel guilty, more guilty than I've ever felt in my

 Two men sat, each in an armchair, looking away from the other. One was sipping coffee, which seemed to his extreme distance. The other reached for some French fries. Grabbing some, he brought his hand back toward him. The first, who wore green, flashed his hand out as if about to scold the other by smacking his hand. The other, in turn quickly stuffed all the French fried into his mouth, smirking. Emerald eyes glowered into blue ones, fists clenching as he sat back. The blue eyed man laughed lightly, glasses slipping down his nose. Silence returned, and the green, obviously the elder despite the height difference, grabbed a b