Kizami's pov~

I walked quietly, stealthily, you could say, my cold, dead eyes narrowed and sharp as I scanned the hall, looking for a sign of movement. But the old, deserted hallway did not seem to have the victims I seeked, no, craved.

Things had certainly changed, ever since that girl in the tattered red dress, Sachiko, had finally been appeased. Se and those four children she murdered and used for her personal amusement had vanished, most probably to some other afterlife. But I and the other victims where not appeased, and so we stayed here, to murder and drive the new victims to insanity or suicide.

I let loose a low, dark chuckle, shattering the silence that had gathered dust over time. I remembered when I had been alive, a student who did the pathetic charm with my friends, which sent us all to this dimension. I faked innocence and worry for a while, but eventually the school got to me and I shed my mask, showing my true form and destroying and pulverising my false friends.

I am, for lack of better words, insane, but instead of being ashamed, I am proud. proud that I was insane to start with, and wasn't driven insane by the school like some of the others.

But my life was ended at long last by an angry looking boy. I smirked at the memory. He had looked besides himself with a white hot rage. He had certainly been rather an interesting boy, he looked quite unlike the rest of his peers. He had a delinquent-like look to him, a look that suited him rather well.

After my death I i instantly returned as a ghost, much to my satisfaction. It is rather amusing, but only the insane ones return as ghosts. I found that as a ghost i could turn intangible, turning myself invisible to those alive, a tactic the ghost children either did not find or didn't care for.

I used it to sneakily follow that boy, who's name I learnt from the bossy, blue haired companion of his. It was Yoshiki. After a while I noticed that although he acted tough, a fact i found deliciously adorable, he was very dependant, hanging around the girl, Ayumi, like a lost puppy, even though she treat him like shit.

Unfortunately, he and the girl, along with a few others, found a loophole and escaped this place back to their dimension.

It was quite a shame that they left, they had been amusing and now they where gone, It was rather dull. Now and again new victims will come through and well compete to finish them all off in the most creative way.

Still, for some unknown (At the time) reason, that boy wouldn't leave my mind. It infuriated me at first, nit being used to thinking of someone in such a crude way. Yet after a long battle, I gave into temptation, admitting that i desired him, either that or I wanted him dead, and while i though of hi with a certain lust, it wasn't bloodlust...completely.

I smirked as I leant against a wall and sighed. He would have refused me anyway, which I wanted in a sick way. I did enjoy a chase, and the thought of breaking him down, making him mine completely, sent an exited shiver down my spine, my eyes lighting up with a dark desire momentarily.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck raised, and I smirked widely. Oh my...I thought, blood-lust rushing through my dead veins. Some new victims have just come through...

I chuckled darkly and quickly made myself tangible, looking for all the world human, well, i wasn't known as a deceiver for no reason.

I slid my knife into my picket and grinned. This should be fun..