Evil Tink
Woo, Graduated High School
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Artemis bolted upright, hearing the sirens approaching now as 9-1-1 calls flooded Dispatch. Time to go I guess. She grabbed the gun, knowing it would be stupid of her to leave it, as her finger prints were on it. She looked around, just to make sure there was no one that would have seen her here, or shoot the man. Once she was certain, she ran off, the police cars only a few blocks away when she had left.
When she had stopped, she found that she had taken herself to the small park where she met William earlier that night for the movie. She frowned deeply, This was no my intention. With a shake of her head, she looked at the gun. She couldn't keep carrying it like this, and she certainly had no place to holster the weapon. So, what to do with it?
She certainly had more anger and hurt to expel, but she would not kill anyone else. While she enjoyed her life as a vampire, she was not a blood crazed killer. She liked to hang onto her sanity and try to blend as much as possible. Now, that wasn't to say she didn't like to kill; she loved it, but in moderation, like everything else.
She toyed with the gun a bit, twirling it and tossing it between her hands while she pondered. She couldn't go home to stash it, that would probably be the first place William would look for her. Her thoughts flashed to when he pulled the knife on her. She held the gun in her hands, holding them close as she frowned again.
She just couldn't believe it. After all this time, he was able to pull the knife without a second thought. She knew that she should've been able to do the same, or worse. She could've snapped his neck with a thought, or drank his blood until he was bone dry, or a world of other things. Yet, she could never bring herself to hurt him.
Suddenly she jumped, feeling something run down her cheek. A tear? Artemis was not one to cry, ever. But, the heartbreak was more than anything she had ever experienced and she couldn't help it. She quickly dispelled her sad, depressive thoughts, wiping her face dry on her sleeve.
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Posted 04-21-2011, 11:55 PM
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