He looked in the mirror. Is that really me? His hair, once a shock of red, was now white.
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Who said blondes have more fun?! Crea chuckled to herself as she silently watched her prey below her; A young twenty something blonde dropping commands at the hotel staff. She would stop to take a selfie on her phone and then continue to snap her fingers and roll her eyes. Humans. They act as though they control everything and live life as if there is no tomorrow. If only they realized just how low on the food chain, they really were. Finally, the moment came. Her prey stood alone, glaring at her phone in disbelief. Within seconds Crea had pounced on top of her, pulling her to the shadows of the nearby wall. Before the girl could scream, she sank her fangs deep into her prey’s throat and drank thirstily. Crea’s once ginger hair now soaked with the warm sweet blood of the lifeless blonde
Ginger was my Breyer horse, given by a mom at church whose daughter had grown out of him and became a missionary in China.
He looked in the mirror. Is that really me? His hair, once a shock of red, was now white.
Who said blondes have more fun?! Crea chuckled to herself as she silently watched her prey below her; A young twenty something blonde dropping commands at the hotel staff. She would stop to take a selfie on her phone and then continue to snap her fingers and roll her eyes. Humans. They act as though they control everything and live life as if there is no tomorrow. If only they realized just how low on the food chain, they really were. Finally, the moment came. Her prey stood alone, glaring at her phone in disbelief. Within seconds Crea had pounced on top of her, pulling her to the shadows of the nearby wall. Before the girl could scream, she sank her fangs deep into her prey’s throat and drank thirstily. Crea’s once ginger hair now soaked with the warm sweet blood of the lifeless blonde