D: cant remember the last time I've submitted anything on here DDDD: sorry guys! went 2 Myrtle Beach recently, and it was so osm! And went on a trip to Haiti to help out kids and feed children, stuff like that... any thats pretty much everything I've been up to these last couple months, other times I'm just too tired (cough lazy) to write C: but back now! Hope you enjoy!

After a couple of minutes of just sitting there in the darkness, looking at nothing in particular, my eyes wandered to the big shelf in the corner of the Belikov's living room. I stared at Dimitri's books that had been precious to him when he was younger. It was hard to imagine Dimitri as a child, sitting in a chair and reading those books., enjoying himself even when times were hard (AKA: when hid dad was an asshole.) Too much time had passed since I'd seen him smile, or laugh, or act care-free, near me. Auctually, I rarely ever saw him near me at all.

I sighed in frustration. Why did I even care? What could make me so insane that I would ignore all the signs Dimitri was sending me to go away?

Love, I thought. Love may fade, but it could also become stronger. Dimitri's faded, mine became stronger.

/What a crazy, sucky mess. How did my life become a Soap Opera? If I thought high school relationships were tough, this was worse. Even though I was a teenager, I felt so much more older. Dimitri and Adrian, my mother, Lissa, anyone I ever talk to, really, make my world so much more complicated, putting me through so much more than most teenagers have to. Granted, my life would be pretty boring without the people in my life, and I loved mostly everyone in my life, but I'd be under so much less stress without all this crap. But, I did have to admit...I lived for this kind of stuff. Not in some kind of drama queen way... just in a different way. I couldn't explain it, not even to myself.

A couple hours passed while I was in thinking la-la land, and soon I could see the sun, staring me in the face. Huh. I wonder how those people who gain strength just from seeing the sun, a promise to another day, do it? God, they must be, like, super-freaks or something. No way can I do that. Props to them.

Knowing that Adrian was on his way here, and that we could go and get Liss soon, I was all hyped up, unable to sit still. To fix this, I went jogging for a bit. Good thing there was cold air blowing, 'cause otherwise I would of fell asleep right there.

Running felt good, even peaceful, I guess. I ran maybe a mile before my jitteryness faded out a little. I stopped running and walked. I looked at the sky, a light-grey now with pink off to the distance, and wondered what time it was now. Pobably around 6 or 7 o' clock. Come on! How long has Lissa been captured? No, better question. How long till Lissa gets saved? I'm her guardian! Why ain't I whaling on Strigoi butt and kicking their asses into next week? Oh, right, because I'm stuck in this freaking stupid place unti-

While I'd been ranting in my head, I hadn't realized where I was going. I'd run past a couple of tall buildings, and, right outside their alleys, was a human. Dead. Not just any dead (not that there are any different kinds of dead) either. This was gruesome. Horrible. Horror-movie worthy. Completely sadistic. I covered my mouth with my hand. I'd tripped over a hand. A severed hand, auctually. I focused on that one fact, and not on the sight before me, consisting of broken bones, some auctually sticking out on the ground, bruises, severd pieces of human. I've seen alot of deaths, and I've always kept my stomach in times like these, but this... I ran to a dumpster in the alley and puked and puked. I don't know if I kept puking from the sight or the smell.

How could someone just leave somebody like this? I looked back at the body, disgusted. And then I saw it: a small bite mark. That was it. All that it took for me to go ballistic was the small to holes in the guy's (or girl's) neck. I would go into that horrible little hole and beat those other... creatures right now. Right now. I hate to say it, but screw Adrian. I'm not gonna let anyone get away with this. I don't even know this person, but I do know the monsters, and they've... they've got my best friend.

I'll have to call someone to get this poor fella... But not right now, sadly. My best friend was more important. This guy was dead... and his/her killers were with Liss. Those monsters were probably doing these same things to her.

I had to run back to the dumpster to puke some more before I set off to go kill those things. If I'd ever thought that Strigoi were human, and I don't believe I have, then I was soo wrong.

Strigoi didn't have an ounce, a pinch of humanity left in them.

While I was running, towards my best friend, I had a thought: Dimitri was Strigoi once. What does that make him to me now?

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