Please I NEED some people, don't care how many, but I DO need a future bf for Kirsten and future best friend. PM me if you have any question's, I will answer A.S.A.P
Kirsten walked down the dark hall outside the nearly empty castle. It’s the second day of winter holidays, Kirsten decided not to go home, home to what? Her lonely place in Ireland or her summer home in Greenland? The winter home being Ireland, she lived alone, that’s how vampires liked it, alone. Her heels clicked loudly on the newly polished floors, her blond hair swinging in a high pony tail, her eyes now blue due to contacts.
She kept to the shadows she glanced up to see her brother kissing some girl, his blond hair matching hers, his eyes are really blue not fake like hers. He opened one blue eye, which grew wide, he pulled himself away from the red-head with serpent green eyes. “Hey do I know you?” He asked in his deep husky voice, she shook her head, causing her high pony-tail to whip her face. “You look like my sister” he said with a twinge of hope in his voice, this only saddened Kirsten.
“How could it be her? She’s dead, remember?” The red-head asked, sorrow in her voice. She gently moved a strand of hair from John’s face.
“You’re right Sabe” he said and wrapped one arm around her shoulder. His eyes grazed Kirsten once more, “sorry for wasting your time” he said.
“It was no waste of time Jo-“ she almost said his name, he blinked and Kirsten was half-way gone when his eyes opened again, a Wisk of hair and she was gone.
‘Jack frost’s nipping at your nose’ she muttered, something her brother used to say when she had a red nose, she walked in the crisp winter night air to Hogsmead, found her prey and attacked, cleaned herself off, then walked to the Three Broom Sticks, put her coat down and found a booth.
'Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch'-Remember Me
It's hiding in the dark/ It's teeth are razor sharp/ There's no escape for me/ It wants my soul,/ It wants my heart/ No one can hear me scream"- Monster Skillet
When you look back over your shoulder/ At everything you've done/ Put the good in your pocket/ Let the bad ones make you strong- Chugging Along- Luke Bryan