Oh, that was not a smart idea at all. The axe bounced away from Louis'd forearm, leaving a gash that healed before the weapon clattered to the ground. He pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs and reached to grab her around the waist, trying to pull her too close to struggle.
"Forgive me," he whispered. The truly odd part was that he meant it.
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Date: 2009-02-09 02:38 am (UTC)"Forgive me," he whispered. The truly odd part was that he meant it.