#phoeona

"I don't knooooow. It could be lemon flavored! You know how much I love lemon!" Sterling played along with a smirk.

@phoeona

“I think you mean to say your mine.” He replies wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

JB came running, scared something was wrong and when she rounded the corner she froze.  Eyes wide and excited, covering her mouth as she watched her daughter trying to walk.

J never believed in heaven or hell when he was alive. Never gave any thought to it. Even when he was dying, he was content with the idea that after his final breath left him, there would be nothing. That was until he found himself opening his eyes to the brightest light he had ever seen. Peace overtook him. He felt completely at ease for the first time in his entire life. No madness ran through his mind, no urge to destroy or kill. He had time to think how different life could of been if he had always felt like this. That was before it all melted away. The urges came back to him in a crash of emotion. His blood lust flaring like never before. His hunger for destruction more than he could handle. That was the beginning. There were no clocks in hell, no calendars, no night and day, only pain. Pain and torment. Not always his own. J wasn’t like the other humans. It didn’t take long for him to start hurting others to ease his own suffering. He had been torturing and killing his entire life. It came easily to him. Soon enough, they even started making plans and training for him to go out on missions. With his charm and his wit, It should of been easy for him. As soon as he stepped foot back on Earth, he felt the air touch his skin. He took a few steps and then another. Everything was different from when he had been alive. They split up, with plans to meet up for a report within a weeks time, by the time that week ended, J knew he was not going back without a fight. He liked this new world, and he loved the fresh victims that never saw him coming. He quickly realized that he wouldn’t be able to hide forever, He was going to need help in order to keep them off his back. He was pondering his next move, and also looking for a new victim. He had been dancing with a number of girls at the club, not really set on one. Trying to make his decision. He had just gotten another scotch and tucked the hair behind the ear of his current date, whispering everything she wanted to hear into her neck.

Toni snorted, glancing at the newcomer. “I’m good enough, I suppose.”

Miriam wrung her hands fretfully, “I wasn’t following you,” well not in the beginning, at any rate, she had just been mostly wandering aimlessly, lost. Realizing that it was not the whole truth, she corrected her words, “I wasn’t following you at, first.” She gave a nervous smile, there that was honest. 

“May I can help you? You seem a little lost?”