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Quee Chapter 13QueeA romantic tale of a homicidal maniac.By Brittany KistlerChapter 13She listened to my story, fully awake and aware of what I did back then. When I was finished she pretended that she heard nothing, but her eyes betrayed her...the timid grey shown through and pointed everything out to me. The blood and milk became more than just a dream, but a nightmare, and she didn't want to have anything to do with me. Most of the day she spent avoiding me. When I would walk into the room that she was in, she would get up and walk past me, out of the room. She didn't eat her breakfast, lunch or supper and she went to bed without even letting me get my Pjs. So that night I spent in my normal everyday clothing...filthy and irritated...I did not sleep.Since I was up before her I thought I'd take a shower. Dragging my tired ass from the couch to the bathroom made me feel even
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.