Rare Beneath

Yes I am. Those who really know me would agree. Those to whom I am really nice to do not know who I really am.

I can be kind and generous, helpful and forgiving. But if I need to be, then I’m the sneakiest bitch you’ll ever find.

My patience is long, very long, and very deep. This only means that if you have riled me up to such an extent that I would sink my fangs into your jugular vein, then you’ve messed up big time, boy.

I may love you, I may not. But when you step over the boundaries I set and disregard the warning I sent, then I wouldn’t care who you are, I’ll make sure you get a taste of hell.