Special thanks to:
Victoria (Viky), which has agreed to embark with me on this adventure
and the association " SECOND CHANCE " which has helped, at least in part, the print publication
CHAPTER 1
The sound of the bell decreed the end of the school. Finally, on Friday in a hellish week had arrived. He kept asking what was going to do in school, instill would never use his studies for a living, No experiment (1) does, but Milo, at that point, had always been adamant that, had resigned to her fate.
looked at his watch: eleven at night. At least the form allowed her to live it the night his beloved night as it sees fit and, above all, basking in a vegetative state until late in the morning, never accepted the work before noon.
Spring was on the outskirts of Rome and the air mild, too bad for the slight drizzle, bothered her a bit '.
Outside the gate a swarm of students vociava cheerfully. She would not have ever been a part, too different, too lonely, too far away from that world that was supposed to be his. He put his
scassatissima Vespa beige and started to skyrocket, regardless of rain, direction: the usual Irish Pub.
The place was crowded and smoky, obviously the aerators had been purchased at second hand on e-bay. Kyra worked there, loved that place full of carefree peers, Liv, however, hated it, perhaps the real exile was her and not her friend. He sat at the counter:
"A beer and a rattoburger" he said with a wink.
"The rat meat is finished," replied the other calmly.
Olivia paused to observe it. She was beautiful and damned.
looked at his watch: eleven at night. At least the form allowed her to live it the night his beloved night as it sees fit and, above all, basking in a vegetative state until late in the morning, never accepted the work before noon.
Spring was on the outskirts of Rome and the air mild, too bad for the slight drizzle, bothered her a bit '.
Outside the gate a swarm of students vociava cheerfully. She would not have ever been a part, too different, too lonely, too far away from that world that was supposed to be his. He put his
scassatissima Vespa beige and started to skyrocket, regardless of rain, direction: the usual Irish Pub.
The place was crowded and smoky, obviously the aerators had been purchased at second hand on e-bay. Kyra worked there, loved that place full of carefree peers, Liv, however, hated it, perhaps the real exile was her and not her friend. He sat at the counter:
"A beer and a rattoburger" he said with a wink.
"The rat meat is finished," replied the other calmly.
Olivia paused to observe it. She was beautiful and damned.
While trying to alleviate the pangs of hunger with some peanuts, probably dated 1912, her eyes narrowed to the point of merging with the iris. A call arrogant and distant. The blonde
literally climbed over the counter and was immediately next door.
"Kyra ... a mirror ..."
literally climbed over the counter and was immediately next door.
"Kyra ... a mirror ..."
He led her to the bathroom.
"Where are you? Damn it! "A hoarse whisper, angry, turned as if to herself.
The other came while she was approaching with slow steps to her reflection. She placed a hand to the dirty glass on the wall that had to be solid, began to melt, being included.
few seconds later, across town, another regurgitated the mirror, shattering into pieces.
* Definitely the landing is not my strong point * she thought as she shook off the remnants of glass, rising.
"Where are you? Damn it! "A hoarse whisper, angry, turned as if to herself.
The other came while she was approaching with slow steps to her reflection. She placed a hand to the dirty glass on the wall that had to be solid, began to melt, being included.
few seconds later, across town, another regurgitated the mirror, shattering into pieces.
* Definitely the landing is not my strong point * she thought as she shook off the remnants of glass, rising.
almost stumbled in the street as the crowd that came out of the cinema coming towards him and passed over as the river current is with a rock in his bed.
He approached the entrance, peering inside. A sudden, fatal wave of investment in the full human scent, like a punch in the face, making him dizzy. Immediately felt the gums itch strong, and then hurried away. He was breathing fast, trying to control himself. But it was increasingly difficult and hunger continues unabated.
went down the first alley he met, resting his forehead against the cold wall, and hold his eyes, trying to think of everything that was not blood. With anger drove the black fringe from his forehead, uttering a growl of frustration. She could not go on like this. Soon he killed someone.
Or he would die.
He turned, leaning with their backs to the wall, looking up and trying to modulate his breath. He opened his eyes moist and red. The blue irises were moving frantically, the pupils had shrunk almost to disappear, and hands and her whole body trembled. What had he done to deserve all this terrible suffering? Why was due to pounce on him like a curse?
He came out of the alley, a slow and uncertain, troubled expression on the flight. He looked at the living city in the night, cars roaring on the streets, men and women who went back and forth in an endless stream.
A shot in the shoulder. A woman with puffy cheeks and her hair was apologizing? What was he saying? His voice was muffled by the pounding of his heart in his ears. The eyes are pointed at his neck and discovered they could not find another watch. There were swollen veins in the ...
Startled by this, his reactions, his shivering, began to run faster and faster, so that his feet barely touching the ' asphalt. What had I become? The cold wind on the skin was not as annoying and not once felt the most natural, small pains that inevitably the human body test.
slowed to a stop. The bridge leading to Castel Sant'Angelo welcomed him as usual with her beauty and majesty. Dejected, sad, angry, looked over the railing into the water black with his play of light on the surface. On the river, boats full of people who enjoyed parading decorated. Bright flares that hung to the sides of the entrance of the castle attracted his attention.
could do. He could put an end to it forever, without even giving him time to begin. A pale in comparison to the suffering that was doing to shreds guts and veins in that time. He began to move in that direction.
"I would not do if I were you."
David turned with a start, looking confused the girl in front of him.
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