11-10-2009, 04:13 AM
Now, that, that did burn an old heart. An old heart that had been driven through such abuse for this man, this monster standing before him, and that hurt worse than the poisoning. The burning.
"At least I had good reason to sleep for two hundred years." Would-be murderer. WIth a huff, the overly-proud man stormed off to find the two vampires seeking him. He'd give them what-for; touching his Louis in his absence. They'd both fry for that, he'd see to it himself.
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