Angels-Antidote

Sweat covered his body like a second skin as he woke from yet another nightmare. It had been about her like it was every night since she left. With every nightmare came another drink to keep the dreams and his feelings away leaving the dull ache of a distant memory. Anything was better the pain of loving and losing her. Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, he was convinced never truly loved. Not a love like his. The heartbroken empty man rose from his bed leaving the sheets in a tangled wet mess on the floor hoping that the fresh air would clear his still foggy mind from the last nights drinking b

Chapter 3: Seduction of a King Katherine's fiery red curls bounced as she stomped down the hall. Her back was tense with anger. First she had angered the King twice for asking about the stupid ball and then again by saying that Elaine wasn't as beautiful as he thought. That was of course wrong. Elaine had a strange different kind of beauty about her. Her sliver hair shined just the right way and had a natural curl to it. Katherine could tell because she had dead straight hair that she curled every day and her fake curls couldn't compare to Elaine's.  There was also her small but perfectly portioned body and magnificent brown eyes that were m

Chapter 2: Rightful Place Vladimir The floor was a sea of blood with no end. Its crimson color shined thick in the light from the chandlers. There in the middle of floor stood Elaine draining the last drop from the last human in the room. Her dress was splattered with blood; the bloody hand prints lay on her skin where many victims tried to push her away unsuccessfully. Her once neat, put together hair clumped together on her shoulders, her lips quivered underneath the thick crimson, and her unwavering eyes stared blank ahead. She had done it. She had managed to kill everyone, every single last human. The room once again was silent and moti

 Chapter 1: Blood Bath Ball Єℓαιиɛ Яɛиɛ βɛииɛтт Pov The time had finally come, the end of the year. The world was going dark as the day was ending. A young woman stood staring out her window watching the dark fill every inch of the world around her. Her hand was placed against the window leaving a hand print as she pulled herself away from the night. The ball was to soon start and she was nowhere near ready. With an elegant walk of a woman in power, she made her way over to her closet full of ball gowns, everyday dress, and her favorite possessions