Gypsy Blood

Maybe their parents didn’t love them enough and it made them stabby?

I…have no idea what to say. Kidnapping a girl and showering her with dead bodies as roses is not something I can adjust to at all. Nope.

dead men tell no tales’ thing is a total load of crap, by the way. Ghosts never shut the hell up, and it’s hard to believe half the shit they say.

Images roll through them and into my mind…images of us on a bed as he fucks me like he never plans to love me

Ohhhhh, he’s a yes-please with a side of fuck-me-now and a tall drink of orgasms-galore,” Anna says in an awed whisper.

I was a vampire once, until a bitch staked me through the heart. They called her Buffy,” she manages to add with a straight face, appearing a little bitter. “She looked more like a Sarah to me, though, if I’m being honest.

Well, I may be terrible at some things, but creating destructive potions by mistake when trying to create something else happens to my specialty.

You lose when you take time to fall apart just when things are starting to unravel around you,” I tell him in an almost muted tone. “You can eventually have your moment of weakness; you just have to be patient.

I don’t exactly feel safe,” the monster girl says to the monster hunter, who has no idea she’s a monster.

Why is it you only want to tell me the worst things, and never explain the more helpful things that I could actually put to use?” she grinds out. “Stop sneaking into my house with your Grinch parade,” she adds as she pulls the cloak on and starts to walk out.

Have you ever had to keep a part of yourself hidden? So hidden that you know there’s never going to be any way to show someone else without them running away?

I can’t get those orange cookies out of my head. I want to go beg her for more, but I’m terrified of what’s going to come out of my mouth while I’m putting those in it,

When she wildly points to me and thrusts her hips again, it becomes abundantly clear I did something awful in a previous life to deserve the shit that happens to me.

I’ll stop, Gov’nah!” Anna shouts with a faux Southern accent. “Please don’t throw salt in my vagina again!

To Grandma’s house we go, to Grandma’s house we go…hi-ho fellatio, to Grandma’s house we go,

Tell him about the time I took a ride on Aquaman. It’ll give my vagina celebrity accolades,” she drones on.

I’m supposed to be the reckless one. Arion is the psychopath. Emit is the broken, savage beast. Vance is the one who has his knickers jammed up his asshole and is supposed to keep the rest of us in line.

I’m guessing this elaborate kidnapping isn’t to force me into that tea I rudely turned down a while back, is it?” I ask, my shaky tone betraying my will to sound calm and composed. She flashes me a fanged smile, but the fangs recede so quickly that I almost worry I simply imagined it. “You’re awfully calm for a girl being abducted. This sort of thing happen to you very often?” “It’s usually the start of a bad day. In this case, it’s just the exclamation mark to punctuate the bad day,” I state evenly, getting my voice under control. She moves, and I startle a little. I see her grinning from her profile like my fear is pleasing to her. I knew she was crazy.

Forever is such a long time to bleed.

A groan is ripped out of me, even as I struggle to breathe, while the vicious gypsy who just kneed me in the balls and felled me like a tree is kneeling down and kissing me on the cheek. “Don’t come in without knocking. Stop being invisible so you can attempt to spy on me. And stop playing games with my head. I have enough shit to deal with,” she says softly, kissing my cheek again before standing and walking out.

Only trust me or your father, Violet. Never anyone else. Never. I should have listened to my mother.

You have to fight, Violet!” Anna shouts. “I can’t take on the entire army without my captain! Release the kraken!

Cheese and rice on garlic toast,” Violet says while palming her face, though I have no idea why she’s randomly discussing an odd food combination. “Mac and cheese on mayo and bread,” Anna jumps back in. “Nope. That tactic doesn’t work. Now I think it was the Cookie Monster in the library with the candlestick who done it,” she adds.

as a metaphorical bucket of cold water drops over my head, dousing the flames of mortifying stupidity, and allows humiliating smoke to start drifting up.

Her scream erupts as my words cut out, because the brake pedal of the van randomly slam on as if there’s a phantom foot on it. My heart flutters in my chest as the van’s back end skitters sideways in a stomach-churning sensation. With all my strength, I use my foot and try to pry the brake up from the floor, but it’s no use. Anna does that ridiculous thing where she flies out the window for no reason at all. My eyes feel like they can’t get any wider, and I have no idea if I’m clenching my teeth or if my jaw is slack. However, I definitely know my ass is clenched, as the van completely slings around twice, miraculously not flipping.

You and I have a very different opinion of realism, sister,” the psychotic ghost says. “I know. You think you had sex with a Kennedy,” I state dryly. “I did,” she’s quick to defend. “I really did.

You should let him work his magic. You look like you could use some loosening up,” my newest ghost stalker adds. Is it a requirement for all ghosts to get horny when they lose the ability to have sex ever again?

You totally just ran your hands all over those sexy abs. In real life! You’re my hero,” Anna states with wide, disbelieving, doe eyes.

A legendary monster slayer is painting my toenails.

All-consuming fear turns into widespread panic and paranoia eventually, Ms. Portocale. When it’s your life or someone else’s, you learn just how selfish you really are. It’s the very core of each individual, whether they admit it or not.