BlueberryBumble

Morning dawned. Yes, morning. Of the next day. You sat up, to find Gilbert beside you, still snoring as usual. Last night, he had managed too talk you out of gathering the ingredients then and there, and by talk you out of it, you meant he pinned you down with his huge paw and wouldn't let you up. Why? You didn't know. You stared grumpily at him. You had found a spell that would let you live both of your lives free. Free of anything that could EVER hurt you, so why would he stop you from gathering the ingredients to go through with it. You looked out of the caves mouth, to see the wide forest, some of the leaves glittered with a dust

You stirred as a warm breeze worked its way through your hair. Your bright red eyes that matched Gilberts opened. You sat up an the soft, plush grass. Gilbert was still snoring slightly, his hand fallen from over your side and onto the ground. For once you had woken up and he was fully clothed. His hair was ruffled and he had a blank look as he seemingly enjoyed the sleep he was in. You decided not to wake him. You stumbled slightly out to the mouth of the cave. It was halfway into the afternoon. You two had almost slept the day away. You laughed at yourself as you realized that. You also realized something else. Six days ago, you

You woke up. It wasn't to the sound of Gilberts snoring, or the tickling of his breath, he hadn't even accidentally rolled onto during the night. Something was wrong, because he was growling. You looked up to see is ears flattened, fangs showing, his deep voice rumbling into a steady growl. "Gilbert, what's wrong?" you asked. He just stared, more intensely into the forest surrounding you. You grabbed your cloak, and threw it over you, somehow believing it would protect you from anything. The forest seemed like they were slowly encroaching forward, the shadows reached for you. You huddled back into Gilbert. "See!?" shouted a sudden voi

You laughed and smiled as you chatted with Uncle Costa, sometimes he did feel like your real uncle. Music was playing, and the ballroom was full of dancing couples, mostly men and their whores who tagged along. The most crowded place was the bar though, as people enjoyed a decent drink. Suddenly, the party and the laughter stopped. Everyone was staring at the entrance stairs. The Nerosà boys stepped forward, proudly showing of their marks. It didn't even take someone with half a brain to know who just arrived. You spun around. "Papà" you said smiling "Mia Figlia" he said, returning your smile "Staying in school and out of tr

You were woken by the slight tickle of Gilberts breath. You slowly opened your eyes, his constant breathing ruffling your hair. He held you in an embrace, his chin resting on your head, you were lying on one of his arms and the other one was loosely laid over your shoulder. Your bright red eyes looked at his bare chest …Bare Chest? Oh god he was naked again. Yelping, and feeling your face heat up slightly you pushed against him and threw yourself off the bed. He gave a snort/snore of protest and rolled over. You were on the ground, trying to calm yourself down, before you looked out the window by Gilberts unused bed. It was morni

You walked through the somewhat crowded ballroom with an ever-present, devious smile on your lips. You wore a tight black dress that came to a few inches above your knees, a pointed emerald stone that hung on a delicate silver chain around your neck broke the black, on either side were two other pointed green crystals. This necklace was given to you by your Father, and when anyone saw it, they knew who you were. You were Emiliana Nerosa. The only child of Ambrogio Nerosa,  the Head of one of the 5 families. The 5 families of the Mafia, that is. Your long, brown hair fell in loose curls down to your lower back, and your bright green eyes

You yawned and stretched out on the soft grass, the sun shining down on you. You and Gilbert (The recently befriended werewolf) were one days walk away from the mid-summer markets. Your determination to get there in a hurry was defeated by the urge to bask in sun and explore the forest. You sat up and looked at the trees, they surrounded you like wooden soldiers, ushering you out of sight from the villagers. You had taken a break, and wandered off the forest path. Butterflies fluttered clumsily amongst the blossoming branches, you fell back and looked at the petals, and with a soft 'thwump' you dozed in the sun again. You rolled over and

Your eyes widened, glittering in the fire-light, at the sound of the howl. You heard shouts, screams, orders. You stood up from the sheepskin rug, swung your Red cloak over your shoulders and fumbled with the laces. Tying it in a bow, you dashed out the door. You snapped your fingers twice and splayed your hands out wide, the charm took effect, and your cloak was temporarily died Black. You then ran off through the dark forest, camouflaged among the shadows. You ran behind them as the marched forward. The flames from their torches pushed the night back, and their pitchforks were sharpened to a fine point. You gulped and felt your heart

You walked through the forest, on the well-trodden path. The sun leaked through the trees and leaves and gently warmed your face. The forest was like a second home to you. You had been walking this path since you were little, to visit your Grandma. But it had been a while since then, you hardly ever visited anymore after she passed away, you made a mental note to come here more often. You had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. You were making your way to the next village over, for the mid-summer markets. Of course, it was a fair distance away, and you could never make it there in one day, so you would stop and spend the night at your