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He marched over to the slab of wood, which he called a bed, and yanked her up, forcing her to stand. She screamed and he yanked at her hair, ripping at the roots. “YOU FILTHY LITTLE MONSTER!” he y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378217/ When she woke that morning, I could feel it, not only in my own body but in hers too. She seemed happy, well, the closest thing I had felt happy from this time-period. She rubbed her head across my chest, her hands still tucked under chin. I held her closer to me, totally content. She smiled again, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378216/ It seemed as I was stuck in this time period the worst things in my life, no my existence kept happening. Each one worst than the last. Her hopelessness, her pain, I thought those where terrible. Then I thought watching her scream was the hardest thing I had ever seen in my life. 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I meant to go down and meet the others, but Alice remain in my lap.      "What the hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378205/ Alice insisted that we leave right away or we were going to miss the chance to join up with the family. I agreed, of course, to make her happy. We left all the clothes there in case we ever returned. After we arrived on shore of Florida, Alice took my hand and started running. No one would see us si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378204/ Three weeks on the island had past. Alice and I have been scuba diving without equipment, of course. We had been exploring the island, and found many interesting creatures and plants. I wasn't my thing to stare at plants, but Alice enjoyed it. It was time for me to hunt again, but I didn’t w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378203/ Alice led me down to the tip of Florida. At one of the beaches, she was dove into the water, and pulled me in after her. I didn’t ask where we were going cause of two reasons. First, we were underwater the whole time. Second, I knew she wanted the location to be a surprise. Finally, she pulled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378202/ I had no idea how to even have a wedding, but I did know that Alice would be mine forever. She would never be able to abandon me. She claimed that there was a shop the quickly married couples without preparations, but I couldn’t believe that she was right. It was in Los Vegas. She was much mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378201/ One year ago, I found my Alice. I had traveled with her halfway across the nation. We obviously had to stay away from sunny places, or we would be given away. She insisted on stopping in all different sorts of places. She had taken me to the Grand Canon, The Alamo, and other historical grounds. I we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378200/ I let her lead my deeper into the forest. When we stopped, she stood in front of me like a commander. “What is your name private?” She asked in a deep voice. “My name is Major Jasper Whitlock Hale,” I responded.  “What is you mission, Major Jasper Whitlo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378199/ “I want to hear more about you,” Alice insisted.“No,” I said. I would scare her if I told her about my life. It was a tale of horror. No one should be allowed to hear it. I couldn’t tell her. “You won’t scare me,” She prompted. “No,” .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krissystin/378196/ It had been a very long time since I had left Maria. I have constantly run unless I happen upon a small town or scarcely populated place where I can drain humans of their intoxicating blood. I came upon a small town that had a very odd cozy feeling. 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