Current Residence: One of Two Homes.
Favourite genre of music: Several.
Favourite photographer: Several.
Favourite style of art: Several.
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Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 7When I had gotten home the following afternoon, I was horrified to hear that my plan didn’t quite work. That is to say, my mother had guessed I would skip out on dinner and told me the wrong day! Instead of it having been Friday, like I thought it was last night, it was tonight…and I was home, caught and all. I think what little bit of hope I had left just kind of fell and shattered, honestly. My mother knew me well and had proved it.Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 7 by LilyHellsing
So I spent the day in my room, pacing and thinking. Even though I had come to accept that it was for the best, I still didn’t like playing the part of a martyr. By the time evening fell, I had completely forgotten about the vampire, Steve, and even the flute in my pocket. I was more distracted (and horrified) with the thing that my mother told me to wear: a pink dress.
If it had been on anyone else, I’m sure it would have been fine and lovely…but it wasn’t. It was on me. Oh how I itched for my hat back! Onc
Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 6My feet carried me to the right place; finally I could trust my body to do something right without my instructions. I was very aware of the flute in my pocket. Why had he done that? Was it really to serve as a reminder? What if it wasn’t the flute itself, but the flute player (i.e. him) who had brought me into such a hypnotic state…what use was it then except a tortured reminder of the peace I’d never have?Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 6 by LilyHellsing
When I reached Steve’s house, I slipped in through the front door and didn’t stop until I entered his bedroom. By that point, I was panting heavily and had to stop for a moment to catch my breath. When I looked around to realize there were no lights, I wondered if he had gone to bed somehow. After the darkness we encountered in the theatre, this didn’t scare me. “Steve?” I stood and brushed my hair back – no, my hat! I had left my hat back there! No doubt I’d never get it back now; I didn’t think they had a Lost and
Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 5Steve’s sudden clear statement snapped me out of my daydream. Since I was on my hands and knees to hide between the rows, my arms started to shake from supporting me. A…a vampire? What was Steve smoking?! And to turn into one…I knew he was obsessed but damn.Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 5 by LilyHellsing
I would have scoffed at the notion until I heard the man’s reply. “Who sent you?” Wait, Steve was right?! What?! I started to crawl slowly, hoping to make a quick escape if need be. If the man was a real vampire and he found me…
When I looked up again at the end of my row, closer to the exit door, I saw Crepsley spitting out blood! I gagged, the noise covered up with what the man had to shout at Steve next. “You have bad blood! There is menace in your blood! You are evil!” Even though I could only see the side of Steve, I knew, and could feel, that his heart broke. I stopped moving, sat on my feet and looked up as if this were all some sort of sick tragic play before me.
Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 4Even though we weren’t in the first row or even the last row on the ground floor, the show was just as terrifying – and entertaining. Perhaps even more so, since we had nothing but pure darkness behind us…who knew what lurked there, watching and waiting for us? Every time Mr. Tall would come on stage and announce the next performer, I’d feel his gaze flicker over to us. And when he left the stage…I don’t know about Steve, but my back would straighten and tense as if I felt him behind us. I never dared once to turn around though.Rewrite - Different Paths, Different People Ch 4 by LilyHellsing
Once, in between the Limbs man and another, I had turned just a little to look at Steve with wonder, awe, and amazement in my gaze…but I saw something. Steve looked the same way I did, his face lit up like I rarely saw it in this small town, but I saw something behind him. It was just the slightest shift of the curtain that had been pulled back for the seats. Just a nudge, really, as if someone had been touching it a