Tears don't move you, they are a pathetic sign of weakness.
You are a natural born leader, and power is your ultimate goal.
You are headstrong, and your natural aggression and straight forward demeanor helps you reach your goals.
You need to be respected more than loved.
You have to be right, look smart, and have others approval.
Whites will avoid you.
Blue souls either annoy you, or become strong allies.
Yellow souls will bring you attention.
Other red souls may become your rivals.
It was almost dawn, and Kendall Knight, a Secret Vampire, went out looking for his anamegas friend, Allison Wick.
He heard a splash and saw an otter coming out of the water, bearing a proud royal blue medallion.
"C'mon Allie. I'm not an idiot. I'm 116 and You're almost… What, 81?"
There was a whoosh and a bright redheaded girl appeared.
"I'm hackin' 71! Get it right will ya! We're best friends, and you can't even get my age right!" Allie almost screamed.
Kendall chuckled and picked up Allison, "You know, I could snap you like a twig."
She dangled in the air, "You know, I could BE a twig."
"Touché, But you know…" He said before throwing her over his shoulder, "We have to go see Zombie Logan, Werewolf James, (AN: I switched them :p) Franken Carlos and Fairy Camille. Now Let's GO."
AN: What'dya think? I'm going to write a novella called, Dying in the Streets of New York, to go along with this story. PS. I'm deleting my other stories execpt for the BTR/JP one. Review :)