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Something's telling her she needs to run but can she really escape his burning eyes? She knows he's closing in on her.And it's not just him.It's all of them. All of them reaching out their sharp claws to grab her throat reaching to tear her soul out of her chest. Screaming,crying;blood dripping from two holes in her neck on the floor in their clutches she closes her eyes and thinks all will go well. They do it quick,but she can still feel the pain.It starts in her heart and works to her soul,the soul she still has left. And as they leave her struggling to breathe, She's slipping away into the darkness,into his burning eyes again...

As Lily walked quietly through the double doors of the Hotel,she couldn't help but think of her first time here. Lily never really liked to accept the fact that she was dying,it always made her feel like a different person.Growing up,she always thought that once she had died,she would never walk the earth again.She was wrong.Dead wrong.The minute after she popped those pills,she found herself in a locked room with a gorgeous male.He had lucious eyes that seemed black and deep brown hair.The only thing that scared her was that he had a large gash in his side,revealing ghost white ribs.As she backed up more against the wall,a crooked smile for

Drawn together as one, not either of them could break their force of true love. Staring into the eyes of his dead lover, he always thought she was his treasure.A treasure with no map or anything.A treasure that used to belong to him but now not anymore. He had to accept the fact that she was dead, but the pain in his chest could not take it anymore. With angry tears streaming down his face,he reached in to her chest and bottled up her soul.Clutching the bottle, an emotional urge passed over him. Stuck in his mind,he swallowed her soul. Now,she would always be with him.

She followed him down to where the taxis were called. Not even noticing the guy was getting mauled. Stopped only to catch her breath, not leaving any traces behind. Shaking her head and thinking of the dead, knowing what had to be done was the only thing on her mind. Addicted to morphine,she was discretely unseen wrapped up in twine, she had crossed the line. Between the living and the dead. The breathing and the bloodfed. Blood trails after the two, leaving a brutal mark.