Steven picked her up and carried her back to the sofa where he sat with her on his knee and held her."That's it, little one," he whispered. "Let it go... Don't hold back. Scream if you want to. It's all over. You've saved the other kids, my sweet. You're a very special girl. I'm so proud of you. There, there. Let it out, my precious one."All this was accompanied by nuzzling kisses to the top of her head and gentle, loving stroking of her back. Still she wept. After a long while she quietened.He. He was too out of breath to respond, just staring continuously at me as I slowly got off him. “That was…so awesome!” he exclaimed. “Yeah?!” I giggled. “I should be the one thanking you! You’re getting quite good with that thing!” I winked. Timmy blushed noticeably, shying away from looking directly at me. “Could…could we do it again?” he stuttered. I looked over sweetly at Timmy, and then the clock behind him. It was still only 5:30, but if I wanted to meet those deadlines, I’d have to leave a. Anyways, death isn’t as magical as it’s cracked up to be. Then again, neither is life. I’m obviously a bit cynical, I admit, but I feel like anyone would be after having been alive for over a century.Yes, I’ve both died, and returned immortal. But not in that... undead, vampire way. More in a, made a hasty deal in a bad moment with the Grim Reaper, sort of way.You see, I hadn’t expected the bullet that tore through my chest despite my living in constant fear of it. And that’s the thing really,. " Allora couldn't help but stare at herself suddenly dressed in a beautiful gown of light mauve that brought out the brown in her hair and eyes the collar came up to just under her chin with a slight hint of ruffle from the darker mauve ruff, the form fitting bodice flared out to a slight bell at the waist flowing down to her feet, the long sleeves came to a point at her wrists once again with just the hint of a ruffle complementing her long slender hands and fingers. Her hair was up on top of.