"That was a hideous thing you did Tyrome," she hissed. My faced screwed into a mask of anger I told her, "Considering that you were a part of that pai... you don't have that much room to talk. Or would you like to experience the hell that I have for well over 400 years!? Why are you here?" I said dropping my voice and emotions. "I came to continue the discussion, things were said that need to be cleared up, don't you think?" she said a little smirk on her lips. What in the hell was going on? Was. From the room next door she completely forgot sheis in an apartment complex, and 2 teenage boys live next door, she feltso embarrassed she fumbled to take the vibrator out of her, she thoughtshe better get to the task at hand.Melissa Spent the next 1 1/2 hours making sure she looked as beautiful aspossible for her night out tonight, she looked back into the mirror afterhours of hair styling and make up prep she looked stunning, she loved hernew life so much she walked back into her room and. Her heart’s blood pumped out in violent spurts from her headless neck, splattering the crowd just off to the left of us, as she slowly toppled over on top of her man, joined together once again, but this time in death. It ought to have been sentimentally touching, the irony of it all, but I was good and ready to puke myself by now. Pils was already doubled over and trying, mostly in vain, to barf up anything remaining left in his guts.The violent drama before us was reaching its climax and. Brenda dropped her phone in her purse and walked out of the office, locking it behind her. The building was mostly dark, with a few lights on to make the halls navigable. She road the elevator to the lobby. The night guard was apparently on his rounds.Stepping out in the street, the Venezuelan humidity slammed her in the face. A sheen of sweat sprang up almost immediately. What did we do before air conditioning? She wondered. The garage was just across the street. Brenda was thankful.