Post by Sairu Viola on Sept 3, 2009 23:06:13 GMT -4
She dragged the child, across the narrow walkway they called a street. It wasn't suppose to happen that way. All she needed was some new supplies for potions, but the child went unattended, and she was so hungry...
Hungry enough to lure the child away with the promise of some candy, like a filthy pedophile . It was already dark out enough to go down Knockturn alley without any nosy what's it being around. Only people who meant business shopped this street late at night.
She made sure no one was looking, of course, before dragging the poor thing across. Sairu wedged herself and the child in-between two of the buildings, whose alley could barely fit one garbage can. The lights started to go on. They were a pale orange, there was a damp fog out, and dark dark blood coming from the gapping wound on the child's neck.
Why was it so messy? They made it look so easy in the movies, where they just had to bite down and lap, they didn't take into account the insane lust that goes through the mind or that the victims often squirm. She sat the child down on her lap.
She was in a dress fit for a tea party doll, curls and all. It could have been her birthday...Sairu placed a pale spidery hand on the child's head, her body twitched with convulsions. Still alive...
Hungry enough to lure the child away with the promise of some candy, like a filthy pedophile . It was already dark out enough to go down Knockturn alley without any nosy what's it being around. Only people who meant business shopped this street late at night.
She made sure no one was looking, of course, before dragging the poor thing across. Sairu wedged herself and the child in-between two of the buildings, whose alley could barely fit one garbage can. The lights started to go on. They were a pale orange, there was a damp fog out, and dark dark blood coming from the gapping wound on the child's neck.
Why was it so messy? They made it look so easy in the movies, where they just had to bite down and lap, they didn't take into account the insane lust that goes through the mind or that the victims often squirm. She sat the child down on her lap.
She was in a dress fit for a tea party doll, curls and all. It could have been her birthday...Sairu placed a pale spidery hand on the child's head, her body twitched with convulsions. Still alive...