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Rip danced through the costumes and dresses she owned. Halloween was her favorite time of the year. The visceral terror that slashed at her heart, a surge in her feet like the world fell away. Her hands shook as she danced through arrangements. A million possibilities to sing through. She felt light-headed.
A macabre werewolf? Bestial and unrefined, a barely aware creature motivated by base needs. Maybe a lich, an unholy thing that ripped its soul out to live forever. Possi
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I'm fat.
And ugly. Rip thought as she turned this way and that in front of the mirror. Her pregnancy had ruined her figure. Her belly stuck out so far she couldn't get around easily anymore. She was paler than normal, her freckles dimmed. The once boundless energy she had was drained away. Nurturing little Jana.
The father, Luke, wasn't present. He was out doing something. Not with her. She was ugly now and didn't want to be seen. He made attempts to pull her out, but he'd
Disclaimer: Hellsing and all other associated copyrights owned by Kouta Hirano, Genon, et al. Should any one of these parties wish it, I will remove this story at once.
Kommt zu mir in mein Dunkles Reich
(Come to me in my Dark Empire)
-From the Nibelungen
Luke looked at the schedule. Then he squinted at the schedule. A few more singers to interview before he could sleep. Jan did little but kept the party going in his, their, club. Someone, namely him, had to run the business end. His eyes hurt. A jazz singer with no jazz. A bad imitator of the strange and one who started crying immediately. Last one, a sole thought strained with pale ho
