I have only busted out my ghetto writing skills due to the fact that
FanFic was requested.
Positive feedback only please, as I do not plan to improve as a writer
due to this nor plan to change anything about it.
Thanks.
- Pyrlol
A definat glare from Marlyn as she stalked away from Lestat, her
pushing his temper as to how much she got away with as of late.
"That's not going to fly, Lestat." her shoulder length, ravoneous,
thick hair flying behind her.
She fumed, thinking about how much she had conformed to his ways -
Pyro was traditonally a non-conformist, but she has lost the
multicoloured hair and gothic mens clothing, as well as a generally
unkept appearance for him, and it didn't bother her untill she was
mad, of course.
Since living with Lestat she had emotionally developed into more of a
woman, though not losing the temper.
Marlyn, prior to Lestat, wasn't dramatic or ran away in fits.
She fought, most often winning.
She forgot about that rather fast, obviously, even after the dark gift
she had dared him to bestow upon her, her struggling on the edge of
death trying to regain life rather than conform and take the result of
the dare. And she had hovered there longer than her being should have
allowed. A high pain tolerance, I suppose.
Continue, or scrap it?
Come one come all Mortals who are willing to stick their neck out for a vampire
to feed upon. We will be willing to share our Dark Gift to you mortals if you
pass our test.
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