He waited for her to settle and the wax again to accumulate on the candle, then another layer was poured. Four or five times that process was repeated... each with that unearthly scream echoing round the chamber, Olive unbelievably holding the wax filled channel gamely open, though there was a long pause as he waited for the warm wax to harden and her to settle back, then he moved her fingers a little. She felt fuller than she had ever been, but she knew this next pouring would be the ultimate in. The fact that the only source of light was a few phone lights, so the weird blob cast a wavering shadow into the black of the prison cell, was perfect nightmare fuel.“Let me go? Leave me here. I hurt no one.”This thing was afraid, of him. It was afraid of Black Blood, but it was also afraid of him. It really didn’t need to be; not like Eric knew how the fuck to kill a spirit that could hide in Twilight. But if the creature was afraid of him enough to ask him this, seemed like a perfect. This is written in the third party and concerns the friends I have come to enjoy the company of, Ian, (in theory the master of the house) and his matronly and adventurous wife, May, who nowadays is in reality in charge. It was a few weeks after the weekend with Lenny, the welts had gone, bruises faded when at the pub on Saturday Lenny gave them the news that he was off to Spain to live, it was a surprise but not any great shock. They as a couple discussed it at home that evening, and came to. "G-G-Gay?" he looks at me incredulously. "W-w-w-why w-w-would she think th-th-that?" he stutters some more and sits up, trying to hide his erection. Damn! He's pretty good size for an eighteen year old. I can't believe this is the same little boy I used to baby-sit. He's certainly not little now. Swinging his legs over the side of the chaise lounge he looks like he's trying to decide if he should risk standing up and exposing himself even more."Well," I tell him, ignoring the stuttering which I.