She sat in the middle of a long corridor with mirrors on one side and windows on the other. She's waiting for something. Then she saw Stefan standing outside the window for a moment. His face was pale, and his eyes were hurt and angry. She went to the window, but because of the glass, she could not hear what he said. He had the blue velvet book in one hand, and he kept pointing to it to ask her something. Then he dropped the book and walked away. Don't go, Stefan! Don't leave me! She cried. Her fingers beat against the glass of the window. Then she noticed that there was a bolt on one side of the window, so she opened it and called to him. But he was gone, and all she could see was an echoing mist. She walked sullenly away from the window and began to walk down the corridor. When she stopped to look, the image in the mirror suddenly whirled, as if she were dancing. A moment of fear came over Elena. She began to run down the corridor, but now all the shadows seemed to come to life, dancing, calling to her, laughing at her. Just when she felt that her insides were about to be frightened out, she had come to the end of the corridor, and she burst open the door. She was now standing in a very large and beautiful room. The ceiling is intricately carved and inlaid with gold, the doorway is marble sculpture, and classical statues stand on the closet. Elena had never seen such a splendid house, but she knew where she was. This was in Renaissance Italy, and this was while Stefan was still alive. She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing a dress she had worn on Halloween, an ice-blue Renaissance evening dress. But the one on her body was a deep ruby color,x70 line pipe, with a girdle around her waist and a gorgeous ruby inlay on it. She also has this gem in the decoration of her hair. When she walked, her silks and satins were as brilliant as the flames of hundreds of torches. At the other end of the room, two huge doors opened inward, and then a figure appeared. He walked up to her, and she saw that it was a young man dressed in Renaissance clothes. He was wearing a tight coat, stockings, and a jacket decorated with fur. stefan! She went to him urgently. At the same time, you feel the weight of the skirt on your waist. But as she walked into the room, she took a deep breath. The man in front of you is Damon. He still wanted her to walk in, confident and casual. He was smiling, x52 line pipe ,uns s32750 sheet, and there was provocation in his smile. He came to her, put one hand to his chest and bent down. Then he stretched out a hand, as if to test whether she dared to take it. Would you like to dance? He said, but his lips did not move. It's just a voice in her head. Her fear was gone, and she laughed. What's wrong with her? Why is she afraid of him? They know each other too well. But she did not touch the hand, she just turned and walked away, the silk skirt falling behind her. She walked slowly to a sculpture by the wall, without looking back to see if he was following. She knew he would. She pretended to look at the sculpture carefully, and was about to move on when he put his arms around her and pressed her smiling lips. She feels so happy now, so alive, so beautiful. Danger? Of course, this game is dangerous. But she always liked the feeling of danger. When he approached her again, she turned and gave him a slightly flirtatious glance. He came closer, but only caught the jewel at her waist. He quickly let go, and she looked back to see that the jeweled metal had cut him. Oh, wouldn't I do that? And Elena told him with her eyes. She took his hand boldly and continued to tease him. Then she put his injured finger to her lips. After a moment, she let go of the hand and looked up at him. "I'd love to." She said, and then she found that she could speak with her mind like him. It gave her an unspeakable pleasure. She walked to the center of the room and waited. He followed, as graceful as a beast creeping up on its prey. He clasped her fingers, soft and strong. The music went on all the time, even though it sounded far and near, and seemed to come from far away. And Damon put his other hand on her waist. She could feel the warmth and strength of his fingers. She picked up her skirt and began to dance. Her body is as beautiful as flying, and she knows exactly what her next step is. They whirled and whirled around the empty house, and at the right moment they came together again. He smiled down at her, his deep eyes filled with joy. She felt beautiful, calm and alert, and seemed prepared for everything. She had never thought of a time when she had been so happy. But gradually, his smile disappeared and their dancing slowed down. At last she stood in the circle of his arms. There was no smile in his dark eyes, but they were hot and fierce. She looked up at him seriously and without fear. For the first time, she thought she was dreaming. She felt a little dizzy, tired and weak to the extreme. The whole house around her was blurred. All she could see were his eyes, which made her more and more sleepy. She let her eyes half close and threw her head back, then sighed. She could feel his gaze, on her lips, on her neck. She smiled to herself,uns c68700, then closed her eyes completely. His arms held her in case she fell to the ground. She felt the warmth of his lips on her neck, as if he had a fever. Then she felt a sharp pain, as if two needles had pierced her. But it all happened so fast that she was now happily relaxing and letting her blood drain from her body. lksteelpipe.com
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