~Hello there my dearies! I love this series (and you may know it too, if you get the small hints dropped),and I simply had to write a spin-off: What if Blossomfall became evil from the dark soul, and hatred for her mother? And I believe this would be simply a bad-ass Blossomfall! I aplolgize for any Spelling/Grammar errors ahead of time! Favorites and Reveiws are very much appreciated! Hope you enjoy~~

"Can't I just think straight for once" I mumble ever so slightly in head, my amber gaze burning into the soil inwhich I sit, going through one of those moments again. You know, rethinking life and how much it just "sucks to be you", yeah, one of those simply loveable moments in time, yippe.

I look up at the sky, guessing the postion of the moon and Starclan warriors, who look down on us with a pitiful countenance (although, not many even see their faces in detail after they are called to the clan), It was maybe 30 minutes past highmoon

Yeah that's right, I'm kinda good with time.

Well, my life's been a bunch of shit lately, my...mom, uggh, still can't bring myself to call Millie, a selfish, lying, heartless, kittypet, my mother. I swear I'm never good enough for her, only little miss Briarlight meets her higher-than-Fourtrees expectations. My only place where anycat actually liked me, went down in smoke and blood, literally.

The Dark forest, yep, that place. Even though that place is where those with the darkest hearts are sent to live after death, There I felt, do I dare say it-safe from world, my crappy world. I guess it was just me though because damn, everycat living was relieved and overjoyed that those evil spirts were vanquished. And there went my happy place, oh sorry, the Hell hole.

And now, A spirit hung around with me, a stray soul, pure darkness, being my only lifeline from the true Hell hole inwhich I live. I followed the sweet melody of it's lute of a voice, whispering in my ear at night, craddling me, holding me together, my life, my death, my love, my hope, everything. And this night, like no other, sung a song of pure bliss to my sore ears.

I shall give you the command that'll make you turn glad, for the blood you crave, her corpse in the sand. I'll give you pure bliss in your paw at hand, so great you'll turn mad.

Slay your one, your only, your dearest, the one you never hold close, you loathe, you hate.

Kill Millie, and you shall join me, you can taste her blood, the flesh you hate. Now go my dear and don't be late.

Now go off, have fun, and feel quite great, my lovley

I grinned like a pure madman. My master, my lifeline, was telling me I can now make her suffer, make her feel my pain, as I take her sorrowful life away, feeling the crimson liquid pool around my greedy claws, staring ever so longly at her, licking at the blood, just for the kicks, whispering the hate in her lothesome ears, and watching her slowly, ever so slowly wither away, as I tourture her, and pet her like she belonged to me in her last moments, I would be her last moments of suffering. The thought of it made me bristle with longing and excitment.

I know I might sound insane yes, but now I won't have to go through with one of those moments, ya know, the ones where you ponder your exsistance, and how much your life sucks so very much, yep, one of those moments...gone.

And now I felt estacy, All because I knew from that day forth, I was in love with him, the devil, Pure darkness, who helped me through thick and thin, his voice lulling me to bed, away from the harsh world, being my only reason to keep living. For he was my master it seemed, for I was deep in the state of bliss, just with him, forever in bliss, bliss.

Him.