Deirdre tried to peek out of the moving crown. It was like trying to pinpoint one ant in a colony. They all looked the same in the blue of uniforms. Then she saw a flash of black. And red spewing of into the air like little crystalline droplets or liquid diamond. Her confusion turned t self hatred, " why didn't. Fix the stupid door?" She mumbled to herself, but launched herself to the nearest alarm system and sent reinforcement. One vampire wouldn't last too long it that I think. She felt a little guilty doing it but bit her lip defiant,y and strode off, amber curls lifting off her shoulders.
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13