Me: I am SERIOUSLY SORRY! For not redoing A vamps prey. It's just that my aunt died recently and I broke down and my creativity was shut down.
Roseamay: yeah, it literally happens and she cried almost every night.
Amai: yeah now she will continue writing but it will take long for her to update k?
Me: so now we will continue the vamps prey. So sit back relax and enjoy^.^
Amai: oh my that's the first time she smiled in months!
Roseamay: celebrate! Oh we do not own yugioh. Because if we did it would off had a lot of stuff and rated for teens instead of kids.
Me: now have fun.
Ch.1 prologue: what did I do?
I already know what was going to happen. But that's it isn't it?
Cold…
Should I be happy that I knew? Or been afraid? Would it have been better if I hadn't have known at all? Was it my fault that I saw yet didn't do anything?
So cold…
Sometimes I wonder if I should have been forgotten and died alone. In my own fantasy confused world. Were I can imagine things and yet … couldn't be free.
Why can't I see anything but white and a reflection? "Is anybody out there!" I yelled into the void. Nothing but empty swirl of echo's answered me. Looking around I felt sad, unwanted, why wasn't there somebody in here? Did I do something bad? "Please… I don't want to be alone." I whispered. My throats tighten.
Sometimes few people say that it's better to know ahead. To be prepared to change the bad to good and to be ahead of the game to catch them. From my past experience it hurts and… doesn't work.
There's pretty white thingy here. What are they? There white and shiny glimmer in the white tomb I'm in, spiraling around me like snow that you can see. Beautiful I thought. Intel they hurt me when I moved. There like chains that hurt more than chains, I wither inside when a burning pain engulfs me. I see where it goes. Then I forget again. Feeling disgusted one second then nothing. White dominates me once more.
The person with those scary yet pretty eyes who is he? I don't remember his name. He's lost within my mind. But I wish I can see him again. It hurts to see the color of his eyes everywhere even in a crayon. Cause I want to see them light up like they use too…. But why?
Something red is dripping onto the snow. I saw them drip slowly as far as I can see down the moving crystals. They absorb it and turn into a reddish black color. My eyes followed were it was coming from. A long cut that bloomed like slithering vines down to the tips of my fingers to my shoulder blades. It didn't hurt. But then again I don't know what to do anyways
I'm afraid of me. Knowing what I could do so easily. Innocent seems not a word to describe me but a lot of people say it does. They don't know me well. Because…. That's funny I don't remember anymore
-amai and roseamay: R&R please
Me: also this a poem(i think) that i did and it is not completed yet. so if you are confuse so am i. but it will be better and hopefully much clearer next time.( or not) you could read this or not. its up to you so bye and hope to see you next chapter^.^
My heart is empty, the beat long lost full of hopeless and despair, why wait just do it now let the pounding come faster, the suns heat burn you now, what does it feel like to be dead and gone, today or night I'm already gone you won't see me again and you'll crave, let me out or your next let the rains fall deadly to the ground like poison, burning the earth's skin dry.
