Quee Chapter 12QueeA romantic tale of a homicidal maniac.By Brittany KistlerChapter 12"Quee, I'm not in the mood..." she whined and let go of my shirt. I could feel her choke on her words as I kissed her once more, trailing back up to her beautiful face. With a bit of reluctance I pulled away and gave her some space. She pulled her knees up to her chin and kept her eyes off me. "Is something wrong?""I'm just tired and sore...thats all..." she sighed. I fixed myself so I was sprawled out on the kingsized bed, still giving her some space. I laed there staring at the canopy above my head and put my hands behind my head so I was comfy. She crawled to my side and sat on her knees, looking down at me until I looked at her."What?""Nothing...its just that you look so...fascinating." she looked at me from head to stomach. She hesitantly placed a hand on my collarbone and stroked my chest. Her plae hand almost matched my own pale skin. I felt my face
Quee Chapter 11QueeA romantic tale of a homicidal maniac.By Brittany KistlerChapter 11I found that she was sitting on her bed trying to pry the shackle off of her neck. But not only that...she had stolen a dagger with a lightning bolt blade and was using that to do it. She was hacking through the skin on the back of her neck, blood oozing out over the shackle. She didn't look at me when I busted in. Instead, she kept doing what she was doing. I rushed to her and snatched it out of her hand. I threw it onto the floor and held her to my chest. She was shaking and whimpering. "Let go of me!" she wailed and fussed. I held her tighter and didn't let go. I brought my left hand to the back of her neck to force the bleeding to stop, and used my other to hold her. She stopped fussing and stayed completly still in my grasp. I rested my chin on the top of her head and listened to her regulate her breathing. She loosened her muscles and became calm. H
Love Me DeadlyLove Me Deadlyby Brittany KistlerIt was a crime of passion,or so he thought.His pleas for love,her screams distrought.Holding her hand,he helped her along.She turned him down,it was the same old song.If only she understood,if only she cared.If only she looked,if only she stared.He picked up a knife,with a sharp curved blade.He held it softly to his chest,he held it so grave.To her room he entered with caution,he saw her sleeping in her bed.With tears in his eyes and woe,he thrust it into her heart until he thought her dead.He sniffled and licked the blood off the blade,tears lightly slipped from his eyelashes.Into his own heart went the blade.Love is forver, murder is eternal, twas a crime of passion.
Quee Chapter 10QueeA romantic tale of a homicidal maniac.By Brittany KistlerChapter 10 The blackness in her eyes was directed toward me. The glare she gave me felt as if it was peircing my soul. I took a step closer to her extending my hand to the Harpy. Only a moment was she still before she lunged forward at me. I dodged out of the way and once her back was to me I grabbed her from behind. She tried to twist from my grip as I grabbed her hand that held the Harpy, and held it to her neck. The collar prevented me from slitting her throat, even if it wasn't there I would not have done so. She panted and grunted as she tried to pull it away, her muscles tightened and fought. I desperatly tried to wear her out and make her let go. I held tighter and tighter as she fu