Sugar and Spice...Part 12.1 by Dhampir72, literature
Literature
Sugar and Spice...Part 12.1
A/N: Yes, the last chapter was quite mean of me, wasn't it? Someone asked me if I enjoyed being able to make the entire fandom cry and I feel bad for admitting that I kind of do. It's really an awesome accomplishment. Maybe I should put it on my resume.
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Hanna felt numb.
His entire body was just something that took up space and matter in time, feeling heavy and unmovable in the darkness of Conrad's Escort as it raced through the streets of their town towards the interstate highway. There was no music, just the crashing sound of rain pounding on the windshield and the tires spinning rapidly over the wet pavement. Hanna should have been afr
I should have known it was not a good idea. The moment Hanna said memory spell I should have said no and changed the subject, but instead I succumbed to his pleading blue eyes and pouty lower lip. I slowly followed him into the kitchen sitting down while he cleared off a spot for him and the rune book he was carrying "This is going to be great Benjamin!" Hanna exclaimed flipping through the book causing the dust on the pages to float in the air. I watched him as he found the page with the memory spell and pointed to it excitedly, "I can't believe I hadn't thought about this sooner now you can get your memor
Abraham{Who knew why Hanna chose to call me that lately this time.} had just started to get used to his new body, relearning things that he had long forgotten. Hanna had told him that it was a lot like riding a bike in which the memory of how to do it is just stuffed into the back closed door of someone's mind and could easily be unlocked. Abraham decided that some of his memories must be behind a double bolted door while others seemed to be behind a glass window, easily broken by the touch of a finger. Although he could remember some things within a heartbeat, like how to use the restroom, the other things didn't come along as easily. He oft
"Ninety-nine.." The redhead muttered, using his fingers to delicately fold a paper crane into place. He then set it next to the other ninety-eight, fingers bleeding from the numerous paper cuts he had received. Another piece of paper was picked up and examined in the dim light of the moon, a glare obstructing the black glasses he wore as he tried to look at it in better light. Soon after, the hundredth paper crane was made.
"One hundred!"
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Benardo didn't have much to say when Hanna bounded into the room with the claim that he was able to resurrect him from the dead. It wasn't that he didn't feel happiness and it wasn't that he wasn't ex