@Angel: Lol. Good. I thought you were actually typing it yourself and when I read it, I was like WTF IS THIS GIRL?!? haha
@Goddess818 I would love to be able to understand (read, write, type, speak, etc.) Korean but I just don't have the time to learn and there aren't any Korean classes in SG school.
"Crazy-updating-syndrome, I CHOOSE YOU!" *throws at Chloe and Qin* OH YEAH. > You're gonna get intoxicated by this syndrome and find it impossible to not update. > >
----- Chapter 2, Consequences ----- Waking up in an alley was the last thing on my mind. The beautiful corpse of the young child lay dead beside me, her flesh not rotting. She was petrified, forever frozen, perfectly still, her delicate and precious face drained from blood. I didn't realized how much I wanted companionship until now. Her arms were tucked neatly to her side, just like I left them. Her silky dark tresses were sprawled against her chest like ink spilled on a white canvas. She was beautiful... Even in death. A pair of arms seemed to grab me from behind and pull me back to reality as I realized what sick thoughts I were having as I traced a finger down her delicate jawline and to her collarbone. I was sick. Deranged. Demonic. Damned. I immediately pulled back, the events from yesterday shocking me. Was it really worth giving up my soul to have what I had now? I had Changed. I now had a dominant and frightful manipulative demeanor, one that demanded respect at first glance. I unknowingly put my hand to my face, and jerked it back immediately as I was greeted with cold, slender, bony fingers touching my freezing skin. A sudden hollowness carved its way into where my soul was supposed to be, the frightful feeling of having my heart stop beating and blood circulation cut off was a surprise and a pain, as I stumbled back and breathed heavily, but to no avail. I needed no air, and my chest didn't heave up or down. The emptiness soon took over me as I touched the place where my heart was supposed to be. It was... Cold. Like ice. Something in the back of my head told me to scream, something inside that void told me to lavish the feeling, to embrace it. It was as if darkness had engulfed me into total oblivion as soon as I complied. I no longer felt emotions. I felt... Empty. Just for a moment of that sweet oblivion did I crave for nothingness, nothing at all. I wanted silence. But as soon as that moment ended, the same pair of arms pulled me back to reality and I was greeted with the tight constricting vines of emotion and morals, ones that mattered no more to me. And as I understood what the cost of being a vampire was, the human part of me slowly drifted away... I desperately attached frail and worn out threads to that small part of my humane self, begging to God to let me keep it, for the rest of my damned eternity. It was both beautiful and terrifying, the aftermath of Change. ---- The sun shone as the rays of light blinded my eyes temporarily. I let out a short scream before shielding it with my arms... It was the worst idea I've made in years. I jerked my arms back and screamed loudly, charred skin was automatically peeling itself, revealing a new layer of flesh. I clutched my left arm, flinching as the pain struck me hard. I was being burned alive. The blood coming from my right eye fell onto the body on the dead girl, the blood tainting her innocence. The pain was unbearable, the shame was a burden weighing more than the angst that came with the damage. Cursing, I hid in the shadows, my 'breathing' evened as the darkness healed my wounds. I relished the healing, my tense muscles relaxing. I licked my dry lips, parched from a whole night without having any blood. The body basked in the sunlight, the little bits of blood in her system were calling to me, tempting me to bite into her neck, to suck out the remaining crimson liquid left in her system. My body betrayed me as my fangs began to sharpen, poking against my lips until I bared them, giving a primal roar before biting into my right hand to silence myself. It was different, drinking my own blood. It satisfied only a small amount of my thirst and lust for blood. The taste was bitter and tangy, like wine left out a little too long, unlike the human blood which tasted of sweet euphoria, intoxicating the mind. As much as I wanted to sink my teeth into the next human that passed by, all I could rely on was my own blood that was granted to every vampire by Satan himself. Guaranteed to drive a person crazy, to drive even the most innocent a pure to do the evil biddings of a demon. ... That, was what I learned when I was still a Vampire Hunter. ----