ForgottenIn a boat together
Kissing each other how
I'll want forever
You held my heart in your hand
Then all of a sudden, forgot your vow
Enticed by something much more grand
My heart fell into the sea
It's the norm now
No one cares about me
The Tale of the WolfI stood just inside the forest, the snow swirling around me, but I did not notice, my fur protected from the cold and my mind was distracted by my mission. My master, Dracula, would be pleased to know I have tracked the human thus far. All had been easy, up to this point, but now the fool was stumbling around in the snow, toward an abandoned graveyard, on Walpurgis nacht of all nights. Stupid human. Dracula would be reclining on my pelt within the week if anything happened to the man.
The snow was coming down thicker and faster now, and a flash of lightning lit up the dark night sky. In it I could see the man running towards me, probably hoping for some shelter in the trees. Moving back into the shadows I continued to watch.
After the storm had passed he wandered up to the tomb of the Countess. I decided not to intervene yet, as he was just snooping. After reading the inscriptions on the tomb he seemed to put the pieces together, because even from a distance I could see a change, he wa
The Woman from the SubwayPaul awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows, but the first thing he saw was the stained trousers folded over a chair. Rising, he took them into the bathroom to clean off the muck, but to no avail. A new plan in mind, Paul opened his suitcase for another pair of trousers, but found that all had identical, sickly-orange blotches.
"Idiot maid, pulling a prank like this," came the frustrated mumble. Nevertheless he dressed, putting on otherwise clean trousers and headed downstairs with the rest in a bag.
After entering the lobby Paul, being a country boy, studied the parquet floor as he walked. "I see he left his mark." Paul turned and saw a seated pair of legs tucked gracefully to one side, followed by a turquoise dress that began above the knee and ended in a scoop neck some inches below a smiling, yet serious face framed with auburn hair.
She was the woman from the subway, and somewhere else that he couldn't place. "That little...shall we say, allergic reaction last night was a