Claude Crane
True Blood; your faerie godparent
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You had hit rock bottom and you are so close to ending at all. You lost your job, most of your family was either estranged or dead, your friends stopped talking to you and you did not have a permanent home. You befriended the demon of addiction, using narcotics and alcohol to numb the pain. You went to jail but got released on a technicality, something about the arresting officer having up and disappeared leaving no trace. Yet you are so lonely, and so tired, that the river below beckoned you down into the rushing water. A twenty-foot drop to absolute peace.
You stretched your arms wide open, letting gravity take over as you felt your feet lose contact with the bridge.
NO!You heard a voice faintly yell through the roaring wind in your ears. You felt a hand grabbing one of your own as you fell backwards. A man, an incredibly handsome man, surrounded in light was holding on to you for dear life.
Take my other hand, please!