Steve Strodder a.k.a Saul and Cal.S.Heart

The light from the city painted the fading night an almost welcoming orange, it was a full moon so the lurkers wouldn’t be out tonight…

"How long do we have?" She whispers in my ear and kisses my neck just below where her words touched. I gulp.
"Twenty minutes?" She keeps kissing my neck.

her hair is brown with black and red streaks through it. I call her eyes sea green but others would call them grey.

I have some cold pizza and a family block of dark chocolate. I could serenade you on the balcony, under the stars and the full moon until you got to your happy sleepy state and carry you inside

Another addiction to fight, the detox would have me broken down to the scared child inside, re-broken to heal straight and many, many sleepless and fidgety nights.

The ember fueled glow seeps out from its cast iron lantern and bathes us in a pure orange light to sleep under.

When times get tough, it pays to just keep walking.

Chase
The night pulses with an invisible weight and plumes of smoke swirl and play together through the air, the band inside isn’t half bad, the singer actually sings rather then screaming d…

Oh no, not now, anytime but now. Everything snaps into sharp focus I feel Saul snarl and snap at Ca

this smile tells me the one thing I’ve always wanted to hear better then words ever could.

I am the breaker and the broken.
I am the take that has been stolen from.
My greatest weakness is what makes me strong, loved feeds me up but can turn around and poison me.
I am toxic and I …

Sometimes there is no Knight in shining armor, or if there is he’s up himself or a coward… It’s times like these when we really just want the less bad guy to save us…maybe a rogue with a st…

I pick up a tea towel and roll it into a cylinder, I put it between my teeth and bite down. A searing, stinging pain rips through my body…

Another Were story, not sure who this one is…he has too many demons to be Chase

It shouldn’t be happening. Not yet anyway.
I go from happy to depressed in a heart beat.
I go from crying to giggling even faster.

I limp back home to lick my wounds… literally.

I draw one Tanto and wipe the congealing blood from it, the other is stuck in its sheath so i fill the sink and let it soak in the sheath, the water slowly turns pink.

clans, much like the gangs that roamed … the counrty years before, ... every single clan is willing to draw blood, deals in dark things and is most likely in some way paranormal.

I stare at the ceiling and try and make sense of the swirls of colour my retinas throw against the blackness, I don’t bother closing my eyes I know I won’t be able to sleep. Most people would b…

The scene is a gothic mansion, I draw the tanto from behind my back and the other through the slit at the knee in my jeans from a leg sheath.