Scene one. There are flowers and fake light to accentuate the moon. he's tall, dark, blue-eyed (of course)...a Taurus, the perfect sign for disaster. Everyone sees it coming. He tells her about growing up against society, his fucked up childhood, his vampiric lust for blood...and passion. She forgets about all of the things she wanted to say and lets him suck the words from her. He speaks. She's drained further into blank awe. He's a master at soul stealing. It's one of those movies that you laugh at because it's so perfectly hopeless. If I'd seen it, I would have laughed while my heart cried...
They'd never know I believed.
They'd never know I believed.
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cabaretic:
I miss you. *sobs*
altoid:
Don't worry about the double-posts . . . makes me feel like a big-shot to get more comments.
The riblets did indeed rock.
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