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As the figure approach, I started to see more details. He had ghostly white skin and raven-colored hair that sat on his shoulders. He had on all black. He was right on top of me. And I couldn't do anything but sit there and stare into the obsidian iris' of this creature. He had oddly unblemished skin, like porcelain. I admit I was infatuated by this man. His lips were so beautiful, but they seemed lifeless. There was no color on him at all. He looked dead. And that's when I felt it, the stabbing sensation in my neck. And after the stabbing sensation ceased, it burned. Oh, it was miserable. It was so bad I blacked out. The last thing I remembered though, was the mysterious man picking me up and carrying me away, out into the night, away from my home. XXXmatureXXX
What I've Become
