Ow, I think I hurt Myself.

I found a pseudo-line-gem^TM Shame on me...it only counts when done improper, yet the cardio of it all runneth over.

The hate that his Master fed purely into his veins through tiny ventricles; spurring him on through the desert wasteland, forever, in search of blood and not respite.

Not an overall terrible shortie, but just to many free-repeaters and very thesaurus-laden sex...

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2640007/1/

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