Snippet #1918238

"That was actually a very good story, well to me it was, i have this......"thing" for horror sort of speak, i can't explain, i just like to get scared." Red said nonchalantly before looking over at Gwyn, "Yes , i'm quite ready." she head, slightly nodding her head towards him. Daemon giggled softly, "Not until you ask So-So here if he ate the beast."
"no, i'm not going to ask him that."
"Oh come on, just ask him, i'm dying to know."
"You already are dead if you haven't noticed and what is it with you and wanting to eat the flesh of humans?"
"Why do you like to get scared?"
"Touche."
Red ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "it may take a while till we find who were looking for........." she said, Daemon frowned and crossed her arms, knowing she obviously wasn't going to ask the question for him.

"He appears with out a word,
just with a form that seems to be blurred,
he takes what is left of you sanity,
and turns you into a form of inhumanity,
grasping you in his black and clammy fists,
leaving you surrounded by dark and suffocating mists,
your fears become real and tear you limb from limb,
leaving you in a state most grim,
he never leaves,
but he never stays,
and is always reoccurring,
he is my sweat little nightmare,
And i am the only one who treats him with care."

Daemon smirked, "fine, i'll calm down, but only because i like you." Red rolled her eyes, like was the extent of anything he would and could say about that emotion. anything else you kill him.