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Try saying that seven times fast.

Oh, and the wedding scene is up: Sincerely Yours.

.disclaimer.

Just to clarify for the first and last time on TWD, I do not own anything remotely related to the Covenant, and I have lost the actual DVD as well. Anything you do not recognise, such as plots, characters and history have all been fabricated from my own (and sometimes PorcelainChaos') mind, yet the only payment we are receiving are reviews, so, you know, spare a moment and review please? Will try to answer each one!

Enjoy!

Dresden Lace

It's In Your Blood sequel: Today We Die

Preface - This Dying Day

Panic.

Pure unadulterated panic.

It rose like bile in my throat.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t scream.

I was alone.

Abandoned.

miss mary mack mack mack

An agonising ache of a fading pulse, a dying heart.

Everyone was smiling. Faces behind glass, staring and glaring down at me like I was an experiment ready to be dissected.

Disposable.

all dressed in black black black

That was all I was; after everything, I was still just an inconvenience, an insignificance.

That was all we were.

I could do nothing.

she has a knife knife knife

With every beat of my black heart, poison ripped through my veins like needles on the petals of a red rose.

Like molten blood, silent screams dripped from my mouth.

I watched him.

His eyes never left mine as the knife in my stomach twisted.

stuck in her back back back

Karma, he told me.

Fucking karma.

There was nothing I could do. Fight? No. I didn't have the Power.

Neither of us did.

There were standards to meet, but not even my tiptoes could push me high enough. Not even my love could make me good enough.

Us. Make us good enough.

she cannot scream scream scream

Once upon a fairytale, I was told a secret.

Is a secret a burden, or just a lie untold?

The history books had opened, revealing pages of dust and lust and myth.

Rules.

she cannot cry cry cry

Could I let go?

When it would mean losing a fight I had sworn to win? A battle that had destroyed my entire life?

Could I let go?

When the pain of our only separation was like torture in my memories? The inability to move on, to function, was too devastating to ignore?

Could I let go?

It would mean discarding, destroying everything - everyone - that I loved, that I needed. It would mean giving in to the one thing I hated most in this world, proving it right.

that's why she begs begs begs

Could I let go of the inescapable pressure that surrounds me where ever I go; the constant need to be better, to do better, only to fail each time? Could I let go of the suffocating intensity of not being good enough for a century of expectations; the immortal fear and pain that inflicts me without resent? Could I let go of the dependency, the reliability, the constant guarantee of my loyalty and submission; the demand that I stand there, stoic and proud, my emotions taboo to their very nature? Could I let go of the longing to survive, the disapproval of my own genetics?

Could I let go of the blame that falls on my shoulders, on my child's shoulders, just for being in love?

Could I hold on?

she begs to die die die

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