Bus Journey Your back is against the bus window, your arms wrapped around me give a warm glow keeping the chill away from me that is coming from the open windows. With my back against your chest I feel the slow pound of your heart against me. I hold your arms tight against me feeling the strength of your muscles, drum tight skin and the roughness of your hands. Awakening from the quiet trance I was in I lift my head from your shoulder, I wake you as i move and I then feel your hot breath running down my back through the gap on my collar. As the air gently tickles my skin I tip my head slightly to the light feeling, seizing the moment your lips drift to my neck, touching me slowly, kissing me softly. My heart quickens and as I react to the sensation so does yours, I coil my body this way and that and suddenly your teeth pull softly at my skin. I jolt as a rush runs down my spine with a rare mix of pain and pleasure. Your breathing grows heavier as you bite again and again, I tense and wind my body in time, gasping for air to return to my lungs after being stolen by the passion that takes us over. I am close to letting free my voice and the last of my control when the bus stops suddenly, it snaps us back stopping us, end of the line.... Everyone off.

The Face Of The Sinister You scare me, your eyes locked onto me,fixed with an intent so sinister I quiver in terror. You changed, once you were kind to me but now all I can think is "Run, run away now!". There is no love in your face as you walk towards me, crowbar in hand. Im scared of you, I loved you once and now I'm terrified of you. Running into the house Molly pulls me to the side as Ash and Luke stand in front of us locking the door behind me. We stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a sign to say if he was there on the other side. "BANG!" The crowbar hits the door spooking all of us. The boys turn to Ciaron to usher us into another room as they check the windows back door. I see now that Lily is here, trying to calm my panic. All three of there faces fixed on me until a crash is head from the other room. It snaps me out of my fret and I run to the noise, stopping at the doorway I see ash on the floor and Luke being hit over the head, landing on the table. He looked straight at me with his hateful expression, dropping the crowbar he sprinted towards me and grabbed my thought. We struggle as the others look on in horror unaware of what to do. To be continued....

Not Quite Revenge It feels like a tide rolling in and out of shore, the cold water rushing over the warm sand. Fire that was once raging is now a sizzling ember inside, only the red glow remains within the blackened wood. Almost like a reminder of the blood red revenge I constantly wish to take but have not gotten the chance to yet...