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Life is a rose, a red rose whose stem drips with blood
A rose with many thorns saturated with blood
The petals fall away one by one, coated suddenly in blood
A bloody, bloody rose
To find happiness you must bleed
And when you find it, it will fall away and you will bleed again
Life is like a rose, a bloody, bloody rose
It is my blood on the thorns
I have never found the petals of the beautiful flower
All I have found are the thorns, the thorns that drink my blood
Do the petals exist or will they fall away
Suddenly bloody, suddenly redder than a rose
Blood red, will they not fall?
Life is a rose, a rose that seems to only hold thorns
No petals of sweetness, no petals of happiness
Only thorns of life
Life is like thorns that never end
Thorns drunken with blood
Thorns that cut and pierce and drink without caring
Without ceasing, without fail, without pausing
Thorns that are covered and soaked with my blood
Where are the petals, as fast as they fade?
Must I be bled to death with only the thorns of life?
Does not life have petals?
Or is life only the thorns, the bloody, bloody thorns?
The thorns that do nothing but kill?
Life is like a rose, a red rose whose stem drips with blood
I have found the thorns
But not the
Petals
"Getting ready for tonight?"
"Oh, Zavier! You startled me!"
"I know," he replied, coming up behind and gripping her shoulders, then bending down to whisper in her ear. "Seeing as you were thinking of me."
She stiffened. "I hate it when you do that," she hissed.
"Mmmmm. Sorry." He was breathing down her neck.
She shivered, but not in disgust or fear. "Stop it."
"Why? You're enjoying it."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Dee too."
He chuckled. "I don't have to read your mind to know." His hands began to travel down her chest.
"Stop. It. Now."
"I can't have fun with my own slave?" he asked, but he stopped.
"That's not fun."
"Liar. You'd like to be that close to a werewolf and have that kind of fun with him, wouldn't you?"
"I won't ever know, because I'll never get the chance to go after any man, werewolf or no, with you around," she replied, turning around in her chair to face him.
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The Vampire's Slave
VámpírWARNING: Contains mature scenes and themes. She didn't choose it. She's his slave and the only thing keeping him from killing all the girls in the school. Why did he have to be the rich bad boy of Salem Academy? Why is she his slave? And why does sh...
