Tuesday, 9 June 2009
06:43:17 PM (GMT)
Being this close was too dangerous.
Loving him this much was impossible.
But escaping him was both dangerous and impossible. What that fragile little human
didn’t understand was that I could so easily crush him. But he was to pre-occupied
with coping with his manly hormones.
“I don’t care what you are. The rumors and magic crap doesn’t matter.”
he said that, not knowing the truth-the truth of me.
That I’m a diclonion. (die-clone-e-on)
First of all, a diclinous is an artificial human created from a dead human using
illegal magic. The artificial human is born with an empty soul- hollow. At this
stage, all they want it blood. Nothing else matters.
I just got out of that vampire-like stage of blood craving.
And another thing is, most diclonions have supernatural abilities, mine being
extensions of knives from my fingers and hearing the mind with touch.
According to my non-brother, Damien, I had the ability to turn heads.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.
“Hey Tay, what ‘cha up to? Mind if I come up there with you?”
It was hard to disagree with that face of his. So perfect as he peered from under the
thick almost-black bangs that covered his beautiful eyes.
With a sigh I patted the space at my right on the large tree branch.
NOW I NEED YOU GUYS TO GIVE ME YOUR OPINION::
SHOULD I POST THE STORY OR NOT?
Last edited: 9 June 2009