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Author of 4 Stories |
Aimee
January 6, 2008
Familiar: Chapter 3
All I saw was a mouth, dripping and teeth and smell, and in a slash it was gone. Replaced by an unkind face shocked into a new expression. "Rin", he whispered, and I didn't understand. After he walked me home, I didn't see him. I'm sure he watched me, though, from that day on.
It wasn't the first time he would come to my rescue, and it wouldn't be his last. It seems to be his favourite way of "meeting" me, but I can't complain.
A few more years passed, in bliss and ignorance. Then I woke up.
Also, (as if it isn't obvious) I need a beta for this story. Email me at if you're interested (as if anyone is reading this).