Literature
Fallen
He sat, sick and breathing harshly, upon the corpse of a narrow tree. The bark was scratchy and unappealing to his tender flesh, but there was nothing else but dirt and more trees. For the first time in his life, he was shivering like a child, both terrified and cold. He brushed his golden locks from his sculpted and handsome face, peering at the darkness around him. Soon enough, he, too, would be apart of it, blending in a well as any vampire or demon. The sky was bathed in red and orange and looked as though it were on fire.
They must be disappointed. His appearance was transforming much too quickly. He touched his hair and found that his
