== Be Vlad
You are now once again the Vampire lad, Vlad. In the minor absence you have done fairly little, and don't really care about doing much until the game starts. You never do much to be honest. Can't go out during the day, and nothing happens around here at night that you haven't done already. The London Eye is still great, but no matter the time of day, it always has a line longer than Johnny Depp's normal Thursday. Ah, starting off with a crack joke. I believe we can now say we have met perfection, agreed?... Oh right, this one can't respond to me. Ah, blissful silence.
= Vlad: Enjoy the silence and aloneness
You float over to your bookcase and look at your accumulated collection. You look at you 18th-century shelf and pick a personal favorite. The Tell-Tale Heart, signed by the great Edgar Allen Poe himself. It is an amazing story, truly going deep into the mind of a possibly crazed man. The perfect calculation of a murder put into the perspective of the killer whom pleads that he did not do it to the reader. No motive is given, and, yet, seems as though it was far too grand to simply be out of sudden spite. Truly, the best creation of mid-1800's. Well, almost the best. It never explains what happens to the man at the end. Or if the murderer was even a man. Could have been a very anxiety filled eight-hundred-year-old.
You pick up the old book and float back to your bed-coffin. You lay into it and open to your section you left off on last time. Before you begin your read you recall there is one other in the house that enjoys the works of Edgar Allen Poe. You sit up and whistle, grabbing the attention of Alucard and bringing him to you.
Vlad: AlucaRd, would you caRe foR a Read?
The bat gives you an affirmative squeak and lands on your coffins side. He's always had an admiration for classic literature.
== Vlad: Read to your bat
You start at the paragraph you paused upon not long ago and begin.
Vlad: If still you think me mad, you will think so no longeR when I descRibe the wise pRecautions I took foR the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I woRked hastily, but in silence. FiRst of all I dismembeRed the coRpse. I cut off the head and the aRms and the legs.
Vlad: I then took up thRee planks fRom the flooRing of the chambeR, and the deposited all between the scantlings. I then Replaced the boaRds so cleveRly, so cunningly, that no human eye, not even his, could have detected anyth-
Before you could finish the stanza, you hear the computer ping. Of course someone would contact you while trying to enjoy yourself.
Vlad: One moment please, AucaRd.
You float up and to your desk to see who was trying to get to you. Oh, of course it's this guy. Seems banning him seven times didn't get the point across. Against you're better judgement, you answer him, bringing up a facetime of the annoying Troll.
quadriclopsRapper [QR] has began facetiming reanimatedRenaissance [RR]
Cavdit: Hello, /\/\aster \/lad!
Vlad: TheRe aRe a numbeR of Reasons I should leave Right now.
Vlad: You get thiRty seconds to pRove me wRong.
The Troll does a cheeky, kind of asshole-ish, smirk, showing off a pair of extremely jagged, uncured fangs. Along with those, the Sapphire-blood has an annoying haircut, having only half of it actually grown and draped all the way down to his shoulder. His left-most horn is pointed straight up and curved down, almost like an umbrella handle. The right horn, on the other hand, points out before curving back in, followed by going back out; like a curvy lightning bolt. The Troll also has one feature you find strange, even for the homicidal species. Let's just say, there's a reason Firyut called him four-eyed and Cavdit does not wear glasses. He's a quadriclops. Four-eyed. Get it? It's funny! Shut up, I'm not here to entertain you...
Cavdit: Look, I o/\/ly \/\/a/\/t to talk about the ga/\/\e is all.
Cavdit: Although, I \/\/ould prefer Firyut, but \/\/hate\/er.
Cavdit: You \/\/ill do I suppose.
Vlad: So, you'Re stRaight up saying, to my face, I'm second best?
Cavdit: I/\/ si/\/\plest ter/\/\s, yeah.
Vlad: ...
Vlad: I'm going to leave now.
Vlad: Do not contact me again.
Cavdit: Oh, co/\/\e /\/ow, \/ladi/\/\ir.
Cavdit: Perhaps I should be /\/\ore specific.
Cavdit: The drea/\/\s.
Cavdit: I k/\/o\/\/ Gio/\/ta has some of the yellow pla/\/et.
Vlad: No.
Vlad: We will not bRing-
Cavdit: Derse.
Cavdit: Ho\/\/ does it play i/\/to the \/\/hole thing?
Vlad: Plides, no.
Cavdit: It's purple, /\/o?
Cavdit: Pure black i/\/habita/\/ts?
Cavdit: \/\/hat else is there?
Vlad: I sleep, and I go theRe.
Vlad: Something whispeRs to me and tells me the futuRe.
Vlad: That's all I caRe to RemembeR.
Cavdit: /\/o\/\/, /\/o\/\/, Drago, I k/\/o\/\/ there's /\/\ore to it.
Cavdit: There has to be /\/\ore.
Vlad: How do you even know about DeRse, Plides?
Vlad: The whispeRing told me only one of each moon can go to them befoRe the game.
Cavdit: I ha\/e /\/\y \/\/ays, baby.
Cavdit: I ha\/e.
Cavdit: /\/\y \/\/ays.
Vlad: I'm going to leave now.
Vlad: I am not going into this.
Cavdit: You're just scared about it, are/\/'t you?
Vlad: ...
Vlad: It's a stRange sensation, on DeRse.
Vlad: I'm not scaRed of much, but theRe...
Vlad: TheRe's a poweR that I can't put my findeR on.
Vad: Something that even fills a VampiRe with teRRoR.
Vlad: OR hoRRoR...
Vlad: Something simply teRRible.
Cavdit: Horrorterrors?
Vlad: PaRdon?
Cavdit: That's \/\/hat you're talki/\/g about.
Cavdit: Eldrich God's that ha\/e u/\/ri\/\aled stre/\/gth.
Cavdit: They hold po\/\/er to deci/\/\ate e/\/tire di/\/\e/\/sio/\/s \/\/ith /\/othi/\/g but their \/oice...
Cavdit: A species that casts fear i/\/to the soul of Sata/\/ hi/\/\self...
Vlad: Demons that fRighten the most feaRed monsters in existence...
Cavdit: Exactly.
Cavdit: If that's \/\/hat's o/\/ that /\/\oo/\/ of yours.
Cavdit: I'd /\/e\/er sleep agai/\/.
Vlad: ...
Vlad: Well, damn, now I'm sufficiently scaRed.
Cavdit: Yeah, sorry 'bout that.
Cavdit: Care for so/\/\e /\/\usic to lighte/\/ your spirits?
Vlad: Depends.
Vlad: Will you be the one singing?
Cavdit: \/\/hy, of course.
Vlad: No thank you then.
Cavdit: Oh, co/\/\e o/\/!
Cavdit: A/\/ artist /\/eeds his audie/\/ce.
Vlad: How about you bite me instead.
Cavdit: Isn't that your schtick?
Vlad: Ok, and I'm gone.
Cavdit: Pussy-ass bitch, liste/\/ to /\/\e si/\/g.
reanimatedRenaissance [RR] has ceased facetiming quadriclopsRapper [QR]
reanimatedRenaissance [RR] has blocked quadriclopsRapper [QR]
Four-eyed, annoying prick. Anyways, weren't you in the middle of something? Ah, yes. That's right. The Tell-Tale Heart.
== Vlad: Return to your book
You float back over to your coffin-bed and pick up your book. You lay down and begin reading once again... At least you would if you have not been getting another notification! Of course, because God forbid you enjoy your un-life!
== Vlad: Check the new notification
You, once again, fly to your desk and get on the computer. Look's like it's... who it that? You've never seen this name before. Could be a scammer. You've had a few run-ins with those on here. Then again, you did create scams, so it's not that strange. You click on the name and are brought to the chat box.
temporalTraveler [TT] has began trolling reanimaredRenaissance [RR]
TT: (o)k, v[ad, i'm g(o)ing t(o) ask y(o)u n(o)t t(o) freak (o)ut.
RR: Saylen?
RR: Is that you?
TT: we[[...
TT: it's hard t(o) exp[ain.
RR: What's with the new name?
TT: it's n(o)t a new name, dipshit.
TT: i needed t(o) take this name because y(o)ur say[en a[ready has this name here.
RR: PaRdon me?
RR: MY Saylen?
RR: Who aRe you?
TT: i am say[en!
TT: just...
TT: n(o)t this time[ines say[en.
RR: PaRdon me, take two?
TT: ah, thank g(o)g, my camera's w(o)rking!
TT: [(o)(o)k, just g(o) int(o) the facetime.
TT: y(o)u'[[ see.
RR: Al...Right then.
You move the cursor to the camera icon under the new name. You think about the absurdness of this and about how horible this could be if it is a scam, but click anyways. When you do, you see something very odd. It's Saylen, just like she said, but... different. She looked older than last time, having a few lines under her eye. They were actually more stress lines than age, but it was still weird. She was wearing some kind of red hood covering her hair. Her horns didn't have the bracelets around them like normal, but that wasn't the worst part about it. One of her horns was snapped in half.
Vlad: H-holy shit...
Future!Saylen: yeah.
Future!Saylen: it hurts a [(o)t w(o)rse than it [(o)(o)ks.
Vlad: What the hell happened to you?
Future!Saylen: it's n(o)t what happened t(o) me.
Future!Saylen: it's ab(o)ut when it'[[ happen t(o) y(o)ur say[en.
Vlad: And why do you keep saying that?
Vlad: If you aRen't ouR Saylen, who aRe you?
Future!Saylen: this is g(o)ing t(o) s(o)und crazy.
Vlad: TRy me.
Future!Saylen: i'm...
Future!Saylen: fr(o)m an a[ternate time[ines future.
Future!Saylen: and i can te[[ y(o)u right n(o)w.
Future!Saylen: shit is ab(o)ut t(o) hit the fan.
Future!Saylen: hard.
Vlad: How haRd exactly?
Future!Saylen: as hard as diam(o)nds in y(o)ur [and.
Vlad: My what now?
Future!Saylen: (o)(o)ps!
Future!Saylen: sp(o)i[ers!
Vlad: Well, what isn't spoileRs?
Future!Saylen: (o)k, sit back
Future!Saylen: this is g(o)nna take a whi[e