~ Hey hey. I thought we needed a nice change in point of view. Meet Crinnen, the long lost lover of Katana. Enjoy. ~

The music that poured from an unseen source seemed to entrance the humans around me. It seemed that at a vampire bash, even the music had hypnotic properties. I am lounged against one of the walls. These walls that are rather unforgiving on the eyes. They are brightly colored, some yellow, some red, some green, some blue. All are harsh when you've spent all of your days inside dreary rooms with tan or gray walls. I've decided to make an effort to focus on something other than the harsh walls. My eyes slowly meander over the crowd of people here. Not really all 'people,' some are humans and some are vampires. More vampires than humans, which is unsettling. I am in a crowd full of monsters that will kill me if they figured out what I am. I am an innocent deer in the center of a wolf's den.

It is eleven, at present, and I have to get out of here before midnight. Before the Devil's hour. I sigh and turn to look at some of the humans that are draped on the vampires. And some of the vampires draped on other vampires. I do not hate these creatures, but I was born for the purpose of killing them; so why not do it? It is not as if I have anything else to do. My eyes catch upon one particular vampire that is flirting with Kaleo. It appears that she is of oriental descent, whether it be Japanese or Chinese or Korean. I am not really sure why my eyes are caught on her or why my aura scans hers fervently. There is something strange in that aura. Something that feels familiar, yet I cannot place it.

The vampire looks over at me in interest; she must have felt me watching her. She stands up and begins to walk over to me when Kaleo pulls her into his lap. The girl seemingly loses interest with me and giggles at Kaleo's desire. Kaleo is rarely in a good mood and it seems tonight he is quite jovial. Strange. Maybe he is once again in "love." It is not real love, per say, just his delusional mind expressing desire. This is the only vampire I hate. I recognize him as the one who had tried to tempt my lover. Of course, he does not recognize me, thank the Lord. How I miss her, my love....

I remember Rhea as the bright girl that she was. Her beauty, her warmth. The way she withheld things from you, yet seemed to be totally open to you. She was a tricky one to figure out. And I have yet to do so, even though she has been gone for so long. My heart still aches from her disappearance. Her father told me that he had no idea where she had gone. I have searched high and low for her, just in case she is a vampire, and there is absolutely no trail to follow. I have simply lost hope of finding any remains of her, alive or dead.

My thoughts have drifted, I realize. A little too late for the realization. It is the Devil's Hour, time for the killing. Every vampire has their prey, in their arms, ready to pierce the thin layer of delicate skin that separates humans from life and death. It seems as if they are waiting for a signal, so I will depart. I have learned nothing new from my enemy, Kaleo.

As soon as I reach the door, the vampire's signal came. The music changes drastically, from hypnotically smooth music to head banging music. I look around the room, trying to convince myself that all of these humans aren't going to be slaughtered. One girl, nameless like all of the rest, lies in the vampire Chaos' arms. His red eyes glow with sorrow over the death of one he loves (SPOILER!!!!!!). One of the things that we have in common, ironically. Nikolas and Kristopher lounge against a wall, one pair of fangs on each side of some poor girl's neck. I look over at Kaleo, the one who always has been fond of red, such a violent color. They go quite well together, red and Kaleo. He smiles showing all of his elongated pearly whites and bit into the young vampire's flesh; the same young vampire he had been flirting with just a moment ago. She simply allows him to do so, to my extreme disgust.

I can no longer watch this suicide. These humans that allow death to take them in it's cold grip. I turn towards the door, to get out of this forsaken place, but I find myself blocked by Kendra herself. The head of the vampire bash line. Oh, god, I am in trouble now...

~ Cliffie? Hahahaha. Review. Sorry for the shortness. ~