"How can I trap him this time? How can I get back at the bloody traitorous rat?" I thought. Walking back and forth while Gannen slept, what a bore. I sat down next to the fire. "How the hell am I going to top killing Creepy Crepsley?" A smile grew across my face as I remembered the night. The sounds he made as he burned, like he should have the night he said my blood was bad. How that vampire said I could never join him as his assisant.
My eyes widen at the thought. I turn my gaze up to the holes in the roof and see the night sky. Cloudless. "Heh what do you think of me now, Creepy Crepsley?" I grinned. I stood back up and looked over my sh
There's got to be something more for me.
A teenage girl stared at the journal she had been keeping over the past year or two. Littered throughout the pages were poems and stories of loss, suffering, and giving up. Each one seemed the same, reflecting how dark her thoughts had become. The room in which she sat in was dim as well, the curtains were barely open, and the lights were off. Yet she preferred it this way, because it was her own room after all. And she liked the dark - her thoughts could gather easily, but sometimes memories would annoyingly show themselves when she didn't want them present. Her father had died two years before, and