http://slow.writerscafe.org/HaleyHarrigan The original writings of author Haley Harrigan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010084 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Daniel's P.O.V.     Daniel holds Selene in his arms until he feels her weight get heavy and her breathing deepen. He gently picks her up and lays her down on the bed. He quietly crawls into bed next to her and pulls her closer to him, inhaling her sweet scent as he drifts off to sleep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1857073/      Tossing and turning, my sleep is restless. I cannot seem to get comfortable. Once I finally drift off, I find myself sitting up straight. I gasp, rubbing my arms and shaking.      No.      I rub my face and get out of bed. I do not want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1854181/ Daniel's P.O.V.         Daniel pulls up in the driveway, parking next to a black VW Bug. 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Her arms and legs are free, but each attempt at removing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1827195/      "How can the pixies help us?" asks my father.     Justin and Mom nod in agreement.     I sigh. The answer is so obvious that they can't see it.     "Pixies can help because they're everywhere. They see almost everything," I inform them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1824739/      I open the door to my father's private library with Justin close behind me. My father looks up and smiles at me. I smile back and step aside for Justin to come in. My dad's face almost immediately falls. Justin and I watch as he slowly stands up. His face is a stone mask with a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1822374/      "I think you're absolutely, totally, f*****g insane." Justin is staring at me like I grew six more heads. After I had met up with him, I immediately headed home. I had just finished telling him everything --- literally everything about me. From what I am to Daniel, the vampire-Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1821010/      Storming through the back door, I make my way up to my father's study, knowing my mother will be there as well. Mama and Daddy look up, startled.      "Selene, what's the matter?" asks my mother.     "Yes, darling, do tell us. We will listen," a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1819230/      It's been three days, and I still have yet to get over the fact I killed Daniel. I didn't go to school Friday morning because of how exhausted I was, and Saturday and now, on Sunday, I just cannot seem to think straight. I mean, I had to kill him, so why do I feel a big chunk of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1818533/      "Come down from there, Daniel, and face me like a man!" I exclaim.      A low, seductive chuckle rises from his throat. Shivers run down my spine. That laugh used to light my world, but now. . .now it churns my stomach. I squelch the feeling and lift the 25m r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1818153/      Exactly one hour later, I am sitting in the back of our family's black SUV. I have my weapons laid out and ready. Two katanas are strapped to my back in an "X". Hidden on my body in several places are other knives. Two guns are in a holster around my waist, and another strapped t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1813347/      He must have heard me, because he looks up, shock clear in his eyes. I waste no time. I take off at a run, not caring that people are watching me. A little more and I'd be in the parking lot. Just a little more. . .      Yes!     I feel his hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1811201/      I haven't seen or spoken to Daniel in three days. The first day I tried to get a hold of him almost every hour. The second day I called every three hours. And now, on the third day, I just haven't bothered.      Kelly sits in front of me, eating a salad. Justi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1805222/ Dinner with my family is quite, um, unique. To say it's anything normal would be like saying a cat barks. I remain quiet throughout the meal. Daniel steals glances at me occasionally.   "Daniel, is it?" My father addresses him.  "Yes, sir," comes Daniel's response.  "How old are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1802760/ "And finally, this is the library," I say to Daniel the next day. "I assume this is your favorite place out of the whole school," Daniel says as he looks around.  "It is, actually. The library is the one place where I can truly be myself. I've gotten to read so many books here; it's incredible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1801170/ "I'm telling you, Kelly, he totally likes you. I can see it in his eyes," I say to my best friend, Kelly Richardson, over the phone.  "How can you be so sure? Selene, I've been crushing on him since---" "Since the fifth grade, I know. Listen, I'll find more out, but I can't keep doing this; yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HaleyHarrigan/1795307/ Description: Selene Fisher appears to be a perfectly normal teen. She's an odd ball, but a sweet girl who has problems like any other teen she knows - with the exception that she's heir to the throne of the Magickal Realm, as well as being the only half-Witch, half-vampire crossbreed. 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