Taken by my dragon dont even think about perving on me


I am 27 years old Sometimes I feel much older. I am a mother much to surprise i do not nor am i in the same state as the sperm donor.With Another on the way with a wonderful Man. I dont like it when people ask me to be in my family if I wanted you to see the pics I would add them to where you can see them. Im not into beggars. I do flirt I will talk to you if you add me to your friends so if you dont talk back I feel bad for you. I love Bikes and not the kind you peddle. Harley's are hot, Chopper though uncomfortable for me to ride are Sweet looking. I do play games im a WOW Junky when I can but i do read. Im into Action-Comedy-and romance.... yeah i can be sappy sometimes. Favorite Movies .... Hell boy, the Marine is good, Band of Brothers, The league of Extraordinary Gentleman is a good Sean Connery movie. I like the shows NCIS Bones and House. My likes dont change much from that of what I consider normal but dont expect me to be like Every other girl.







Life Taker

By HJG


There he was, a striking man, the one everyone feared

He is the soul of hate and deaths best friend

No one dares to leave his domain


Clashing thunder blood curdling screams hidden in the sound

One dark room laced with hate and trimmed with metal chains

The sign of blood traced his lips his tongue dances around

Holding her close his laughter cut short his hands trace once more

Her body still twitching her eyes drained of life one drop at a time

He licks his fingers her life has ended and yet he's still thirsting


He claws at her skin and is happy to see that the last of her blood drained

Turning his eyes pierces the next chained up looking so pretty

He grabs her hair and plays with his food she fights with all her might

She screams and scratches and his laughing shows that all he wants is more

He pulls her back she kicks and grabs his smile becomes evil

One last tug and she's gives up, "Oh what pity" he looks down and sighs

"I was hoping for more of a fight"


Her blood poured from gashes the tears in her cloths revealed more

Her voice that was once so strong is now so very hoarse

His mind wondered far and his lips curled up his teeth he showed to her

Her neck so long and tantalizing excited he was oh was sight he saw

The blood that dripped heavily her wounds open wide it's made him crazy

He wondered if turning would be too simple or if killing her meant more


He glanced away for one second making sure the others were bound

He turned back to see she was running happier still he had a challenge

His feet barely touching the ground he leaped after her stopped and screamed

"You can run my sweet little thing but your blood oh what a smell"

The screams for help she needed so badly never left her mind

Running until she hit the ground a trail of her blood she noticed


He took his time; she made it fun he liked that in her so sweet like candy

His sweet tooth got the better of him enjoying what he witnessed and caused

He snuck up behind her and whispered the last thing she wanted to hear

"I am going to turn you my pretty and to me you will be faithful"

Her eyes hollowed out his touch made her shiver her silence proved him right

His mark on her he made, the night had just begun his bride he had found


Her heart slowly stopped his blood with hers he mixed he brought her back

He played with one more and watched as she turned

One more soul he had delivered