A Game Of Dance

I find myself being dragged by the collar by Edward as he lifts me from the floor. Never once would have I ever imagined that a brother would have launched himself at me the way that ever did. If it were not for him that had me to the floor from the start, I would have frankly fallen off the chair myself at his rather surprisingly outburst and furious rage.

He has now shown me and my beloved disrespect, and therefore he shall pay.

And pay he shall. At his attempt to pull me from the floor, I grab him by his shirt with so much force that it rips from his body, the buttons pop off one by one and drop like little peas to the floor. He immediately spins around and rids himself from his now shredded jacket as I drag my claws through them. He is now from mid to top bare in front of Lilith and me; she has sent the poor boy Stefan to Anastasia. It shall only be a matter of time, and she shall come to see what the commotion is about.

By now, I would think that this man s