Snippet #1782839

Leaning back on one of the tall concrete walls, the girl stood in the cool shadows, far away from anyone's sight. The silver necklace weighted down on her neck, the small chains burning where the skin touch, and the small heart bottle pulsing with life, the souls she had trapped pounding at the thin glass that seperated them from being inprisoned to freedom. They longed, she knew, though they had become more and more a part of her, all those years with its pulsing life made her think what she would do if she ever did loose it. A small cold shill ran down her spine at the thought, never, for hundreds of years, so many she had already lost count, she had never taken off. And for years she had tried, to cast a spell on it, yet her power never seemed to be enough, so many lifes stored away, the amount it would need was unthinkable of.
She regreted it, yet those seconds of pure pleasure made her forget the guilt that always ate her before she would do it. Taking a deep breath, her eyes followed a dark shadow that blurred past, too fast to get a clear picture of its shape; Those were everywhere, not anything too important to care about it.