SebastianLight hits my eyes.I open slowly.I welcome the warmth.Blackness is in my way.I know who it is.Sebastian.His red eyes shine.His black tail coat is bright.His black hair fits is head.He gets on his knees.He sits perfect, like a raven.Sebastian.He takes my orders.He never fails me.Sebastian.He waits to feed.That day will never come.I'm one of him now.He will never feed.He will take my orders forever.He cant leave my side.Because of what I have become.But, I know we will be forever.Sebastian.
Raven The Ravens feathers corseted my body. His hair tickled my neck. The Ravens fingers went up and down my back. His red eyes opened slowly...His eyelashes tickled my cheek. His beak nips at my stomach. This Raven has its own mind, he likes to top his master. Never lessons. He is strong. He is sleek. I closed my eyes and let him take flight, but why would a Raven care for his master? We keep them in place and only let them free for a while. So why then? Is this love...
Christmas Party Fun: Chapter 2 America and his brother, Canada went shopping for things for the party. Yes there party was tonight. “Canada, do think you should get some root beer” America asked his brother. Canada looked at him “Don’t be so loud, I’m right next to you” He said while grabbing some root beer cans. “I think we should get some wine for France” He added. America frowned. Canada rolled his eyes and walked on. Two hands stopped him. America hands where around his waist. America pulled him up to his chest. “Come on Canada, don’t be so mean” he whispered in his ear. Canada looked at the flo
ClaudeHis eyes filled with blue.His blond hair blew.He would yell.He would hit.Claude.Tall and sleek.Golden eyes perfect and sharp.Glass that shine in the light.Tall and sleek.Claude.He stands by his side.He stands with meaning.He watches with care.His love is a web.Claude.He gets on his knees.He holds my face.He never leaves.He stays.Claude.Why doesn't he see?How doesn't he know?Why don't I tell him?He wont care.He wants to eat.But its not me.Dose he love me.Claude.
Oh My WereWolf: Chapter 1 It was a cool night in France. The moon was full, people talk about werewolves in France, but France thought nothing of it. France was walking home this night. Nobody was on the street with him. It was kind of creepy. He could hear his own breathing. “I guess I will take a shot cut tonight” the French man told himself. He turned into the woods. He heard a noise’s behind him, which made him walk faster. Yes he was kind of scared of being in the woods alone; being good looking and all might make him a dead man. He heard the footsteps behind him pick up their past. France turned around to see nothing there. He turn
Human and a DemonThis will never beHe's a demonI'm a human.Love will never reach us.I'm scared.He knows.I wish this will be.It will never be...