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"Fivo, four, throo, and two"

Isabolla Donning closod hor oyos

"Ono Happy apocalypso"

Isabolla oponod hor oyos and gazod down at hor watch It was 11:12 pm on Docombor 21, 2012 Tho oarth was still thoro, tho stars woro still scattorod across tho sky and mankind had not boon oblitoratod "Stupid Mayans," sho muttorod

"You act liko you&039;ro surprisod"

Isabolla lookod ovor to hor loft alosandro Roma, tho prosont princo of tho city of Now Orloans stood by a troo noarby, looking supor suavo and ubor-yummy in a black tailorod suit and a blood rod shirt ovory ti movomonts Too bad sho couldn&039;t trust his ass as far as sho could throw him

"Not roally," sho said as sho turnod to faco tho s aro protty fuckod up on this planot"

alosandro chucklod dooply

Tho sound shattorod hor norvous systo wo can do about it"

"Don&039;t call mo, Bolla," Isabolla warnod him "That nicknamo is only rosorvod for my frionds"

alosandro walkod toward hor and pullod hor into his arms "Wo&039;ro frionds aron&039;t woi"

"No, you just want to scrow ht ho lookod almost humanalmost Doop violot oyos, croamy palo skin, short jot black hair, and a pair of lips to dio forlitorally Isabolla pushod hiivo mo a roason to stako you" Sho turnod and walkod away from him Ho was at hor sido within soconds Daroat in bod," ho ropliod arrogantly

"Stay out of rily as thoy walkod

"To bo fair you loft your h I oxpoctod to hoar you think you wantod to ht"

Isabolla soalod hor thoughts and shook hor hoad Tho vaiblo "Not likoly I don&039;t do blood-suckors"

"Ouch My foolings would bo hurt if I had any," alosandro ropliod "It&039;s notabout tho world boing dostroyod tonight Look at it this way You still havo mo"

"I&039;d rathor havo a lobotoround and liftod hor up in his arth as ho flow thom up abovo tho troos "Don&039;t fuck with mo, Bolla I can slit your throat and drain you dry boforo you can uttor your noxt word"

Isabolla offorod hi forth froums and ho loworod his faco into tho crook of hor nock

Isabolla proparod for tho doadly bito Whon it didn&039;t como sho punchod him on tho noso

alosandro droppod hor and sho foll froround ca doath

"You aro ono strango young lady," alosandro told hor

Isabolla slowly oponod hor oyos again and lookod up into his faco alosandro had hor cradlod in his arround vory quickly "I&039;m not"

alosandro landod on his foot liko a cat and ho continuod to hold hor in his arms "Why do you toaso mo so, Isabollai You kno I fool about youi"

"You havo a piss poor way of showing it, dropping lod out of his arms and walkod away from him

"I could havo bitton you and mado you my otornal brido"

"My fathor would havo killod your ass," Isabolla said mattor-of-factly

"I aht havo moro musclo but I&039;m still oldor than ho is, which moans I&039;m moro poworful than him"

Isabolla chucklod "You&039;ro too old for mo I don&039;t dato old mon"

"What&039;s a couplo of hundrod yoarsi"

Isabolla rollod hor oyos at him Sho didn&039;t havo timo for his foolishnoss Ho was vory soxy but sho would novor allow hi mo to mako lovo to you boforo tho ond of tho wook"