Omisqueesh! I'm literately anxious...well...uh...*gets down on one knee* will you marry me, Sebaciel?
As a whole ship, not individually. I'd marry the SHIP. #Dedication
Sorry I was late, I got caught up with my mom on a shopping spree/girl's day.
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German Translation:
"No no no!"
"Stop that!"
"Hurry up before his majesty gets angry!"
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Utica's POV
I stared at the wall blankly as the stylists were doing my hair, shouting things at each other in another language. They were either German or French from what I could make out.
"Nien nien nien!"
"Hör auf damit!"
"Beelin Sie sich vor seiner Majestät wird wütend!"
Eh, I only guessed German because of the niens and French because of...I don't know where that came from. German it is! But why do they speak German if we're in England (I could tell from the accents)? Hello, people?
Anyways, my hair was done into a braid from the bottom of my head that worked its way up to where a high bun was, the braid surrounding the base of the bun. It was actually really pretty. Then, the dress. Oh, the dress.
The three ladies who did my hair guided me over to where another woman was holding a black ball gown-style dress with lace on the bodice and the bottom of the dress. The fabric reached the floor as they told me to strip in their accents.
Blushing, I did as I was told quickly because nothing scares me more than people that look like models. Now, if they were American, I'd talk to them. But when you're an American and you look at any other country with a different accent and language, you get scared because they seem so high and above you. Don't ask! You could be cursing me out in Spanish and I wouldn't know.
Naked, I just faced forward as they put the dress on me and oddly left my boobs unattended. I thought they would've used a corset or something, but they just practically made me a Victoria's Secret model. Mr. Silas would be in hog heaven right now. I'd gladly let him take my place.
As shoes slipped onto my feet, I couldn't stop thinking of what I saw in that nightmare. The ass twins and Elsie told me what that was, and it took a lot of effort to even speak to those twits again. If I am going to be staying here for the rest of my life as a bloodsucking wannabe, then why not talk to them?
They said they did it to learn more about us, but honestly that wasn't necessary. I didn't see anything I've ever done. I saw my worst fear.
I stood in a pool of blood with the dead bodies of Ari, Elsie, and Cider at my feet. Dad and Mom hugged each other as I threw two knives into their hearts, falling down limo onto the blackness. Addisen stood far away from me, calling out my name.
"It's not your fault, Utica. We forgive you."
She said that over and over with her hands out in front of her in caution. Head down, I walked slowly towards her, stepping on my friends and parents as I made my way to her.
Each word was torture. 'It's all your fault,' My conscious said.
'You killed them, Utica! It's your fault!'
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Luna Girls
Werewolf[COMPLETED, BEING EDITED] ...Suddenly, the door swung open, letting in some light. Now, I could see that I was in a dungeon or prison cell or sorts, but it was the only one. I can't believe, but I didn't have to look up to know who it was walking in...
