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To everyone who said that this series isn't realistic. FREAKIN' DUH. Now, let's fuck some gargoyle statues.
They say money can’t buy happiness, but fuck everyone who has ever said that.
Death doesn’t scare me. It’s the prolonged tortured road that leads to it that has me waking up in cold sweats at night.
Life is hard. The nightmares are harder.
I find peace in its presence because while I prefer to be alone, I am lonely. And those are two completely different feelings.
I deserve peace instead of losing pieces of what makes me, me.
She’s mine. She needs to be claimed. She needs to understand that I’ll protect her in life, in death, and everything in between. Fear? I’ll consume it for her to sate my violence, so she never has to experience the bitterness. Nightmares? I’ll invade them and give her dreams that make her scream my name. Weakness? I’ll show her how strong she is while she has me on my back.
Why choose a man when she can have a beast?
Someone is here, but you do not need to be afraid of me. You only need to fear how much I’m going to love you.
I’ll be her ghost and bring her comfort she can’t see.
Fear won’t allow my life to grow.
“Ready to demolish your pain with me?”
“You live another day,” I mumble, staring at him longer than I intend to. He’s cuddling a pillow, holding it tight like a person would another. Not wanting to waste any more time on him, I yank the blanket from his body, so he is cold and stroll down the hallway.
STOP IT 😂😂
And if we can only have our life when she is sleepwalking, then I will gladly live my nights filling her pretty cunt under the stars.
“I’m going to hunt him down and bring you his body. I’m going to kill him in your name, for your name, and we will fuck in his blood to celebrate our victory.”
When I’m six feet under and the insects are eating my flesh, when the Devil himself is holding my sins, when my bones are forgotten and turn to dust, her light will bring me home.
“You’re not the monster that hurts me but the one who slaughters for me.”
“I know what you are,” I repeat, sighing as the ache in my back disappears. “And I love you anyway.”
“You can hide from me all you want. I’ll find you every time.”
His vow is a heavenly whisper across the back of my neck, somehow etching its way into my skin and becoming more important than any mark on my body.
“I love you.” I cup his chiseled jaw, my eyes watering, and stare at him with all the adoration I can muster. “Even though I’m a monster?” I giggle, kissing him again, unable to take my lips from his. “I love you anyway.”
