Post by Emma Dixon on Apr 27, 2014 17:20:30 GMT
Emma sat in her cage, curled up hugging her legs, her long beautiful brown hair drooping over her shoulders. She glared at the customers dismissing and wincing at her. A note infront of her cage read. “For Sale,Vampire, Warning: Bites” She had been their for at least a year and her patients was running thin. She began to hate herself, and wonder about her life. Pointless. The bell on the door rang for the 9th customer of the morning, a tall, dark brown shaggy haired man in a navy coat walked over to her cage and tilted his head smiling before opening his mouth to speak.