#wtbhopen

[dnnymahealani]

Please someone just shoot me.

I... I just have become the king of procrastination and now I'm behind in everything.

[missdianacole]

I think that Netflix and Hulu Plus have become my one and only friends lately. I can't decide if that's sad or not..

[dnnymahealani]

Why does my head hurt so much?

It's seriously throbbing.

[charles-abbott]

You know with a town with the reputation it has I am quiet surprised at how quiet it has gotten around here!

[missdianacole]

Ugh.

I feel like I've been completely out of the loop... on everything.

[missdianacole]

I think..

Something's wrong with me. Everything I've baked is tasteless and unappetizing..

[wolfmoreblue]

This is the first saturday I've been home in a long time

All I've done so far is watch Hoosiers in my boxers.

[missdianacole]

kill of the night || open

She couldn't do it anymore. It was just too difficult to hold back her thirst. Diana could feel herself growing weaker and weaker by the second. She had to feed on the one thing that she wanted; the sole thing that she had been avoiding for days. Human blood. The thought made her cringe but at the same time she could feel her stomach lurch in anticipation. She peered carefully out from behind her curtains to make sure that the sun was going down. Impatiently, she counted the seconds until it would finally disappear from sight. By the time the last harsh ray vanished, Diana had fled from her home and into the world that she hadn't been in for days. She found herself outside the local coffee shop. The familiar smell of coffee filled her nostrils, but that particular part didn't put the light smirk on her lips. It was the male worker who happened to be taking out the trash at that time. Diana leaned calmly up againest the brick wall as she observed him. It sent a small thrill through her as he stiffened up in fear at the feeling of someone else in that alleyway. Then, she watched as he focused in on her. His expression softening since it was a beautiful, seemingly innocent girl in the alleyway and not some killer. This thought made the blonde chuckle. How little did he know. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" She heard the male question. There was a hint of flirtation to his voice. Diana herself had never been flirtatious. But, she figured that she should try if she was going to get him to stay close. "Waiting for you," She mused, tilting her head to the side. She smirked as he got closer. Once he was near enough to where she could practically lean up to kiss him, she felt her fangs click out and she didn't hesitate. She grabbed his hair forcefully and tilted his head to the side before sinking her fangs into him. She then began to drink deeply from his neck. Tge warm liquid poured down her throat and into her empty sromach; only making her want more. She moaned softly as she sucked even harder at the place on his neck despetately wanting more. The only thing that finally brought her back was the desperate wimpers coming from her victim. She pulled back quickly and his body went limp to the ground. "What have I done." She questioned shakily. She listened. He had a heartbreak but just barely. "Come on. Wake up. You can't die," She said desperately shaking him. She couldn't be a killer. She just couldn't.