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OK..I don't write...I suck at grammar and overall I don't do it. but this pic has inspired me::) Thought I would throw a little story with it. I took more pics and they all kinda called to me...hehe

Don't laugh...

Here goes...


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"Look what I found daddy!"

"What did I tell you about that...I'm not your father..."

Tilly stifled a tear, her throat felt hollow and dry....That gruff voice echoing in her ears. She knew how Dryfus had really felt, and he had been as close to a father a girl in her position could have had. While her parents lay slain, a mingle bloody mass on the floor, he didn't hesitate to right the wrong he did against her. Tilly was fully aware it was him that made her the way she was...her poor little soul damned for all eternity, but she didn't quite see it that way. Dryfus felt bad....she knew this...He couldn't change who he was. He had no control over the hunger she too was now very familiar with.

A tiny fang pierced her bottom lip as she gnawed away the nervousness as her legs hesitantly continued striding forward..Where she was going she didn't know. She just knew she couldn't stop. Not for too long. She was alone now....Dryfus was gone. Taken from her......and now her little brain was forced to sort through the jumbled constant of living in the "now", an arduous struggle to remember all he's taught her about this life...if one can call it that.


A sparkle in the distance shook the image of his slender fingers tying her boot laces, one of the many little memories that flashed behind her eyes, which now blinked against the technicolor dazzle laid out before her. Her tummy rumbled at the scent of sweat stained flesh. Dryfus would always deliver her food. A part of him never wanted her to fully turn. She was a vampire, that was true, but the thought of her in that ravage state of fury pained him. She was still a child. So young in the eyes of others like her. The idea of her making a kill on her own caused her hands to shake. Much stronger then her hesitation was her need to feed. The muffled laughter of those enjoying the balmy evening rang in her ears. The moans of those high above, safe in their sky rises stirred within her.

It was time to grow up...

Knights hit each other once by mistake - then they forgot about me and killed each other - by the end of this there were 10 knights all dead on the floor...