The fight was over. Done. Everyone in black was dead. Dead. I looked at all the stone Gods in awe.

“I freaking scared.” I whispered.

“Why? You a beautiful fighter. Infect, I wanted to ask you to join me, and my maidens. Will you?” said Artemies. I raised my eyebrows.

“Me? I’m freckling immortal! I need blood to live, and I can’t go out in the sun. I’m sorry, but no.” I said.

“Oh, that’s to bad. You really would have been a good one two. Well, I guess I must send you guys home.” She clapped, and I landed on the sofa in my black skirt in and pink camie.

“Holy hell,” said Alcatraz, “How did we get here so fast, and why are YOU in such little clothing, Charlotte?” I shrug.

I grab the closet black net and covered my self up.

“I’m tried, and lazy, so leave me here. Bye-bye.” I waved over to the two, and rolled over and faced the sofa.

I felt something tug my hair, so I poked it. Than I turned around and saw Alcatraz.

“Hello, Love.’ I said in a really, freckien bad briths accent.

“Hi.” he said.

“Can I help you?”

“Hm..I don’t know, I just felt like pulling you hair.” God, he looked so damn kissable. I grabbed his collar and kissed him.

His lips felt like velvet, and felt like haven. He grabbed the back of my hair. Than he stopped.

“Do you want to do this?”

“I don’t know.” I answered. “I don’t know.”

The End

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