I woke up to the annoyingness of my mattress that was trying to eat me alive. I hated mattresses they're way to soft and it feels like I'm being engulfed in quicksand. I missed the flatness of my coffin back in my sector. Of course it's not there anymore because the whole building was destroyed. Whatever. I huffed and rolled out of bed. The pajamas these people gave me weren't the warmest but they were at least my style: all black with a hint of lace on the bottom of the tanktop.

I passed my mirror on the way out, my hair a huge blonde mess and a black ring around my eyes, my skin paler than a sheet of paper. Good, I looked dead. I exited the room and headed towards the kitchen, hoping for some good food at least to make this day better. Flickr and Beast Boy were already there, chatting away like old chums.

God I just wanna rip green elf's head and use it as a basketball.

I ignored the scene and went to the fridge. Man, there's some weird stuff in here, tofu, weird stuff from God knows where, what the fuck was that, moldy foods that weren't even classified as food anymore, basic stuff a lot of vegetarian stuff, and alright meat! My spirits were slightly raised and I grabbed the largest portion of raw meat I could find and shut the fridge. I took a seat next to Flickr with Beast Boy across from me. They were laughing about something I didn't care what he could burn in hell for all I care.

"Um what is that?" Beast boy questioned pointing a finger at my meat.

I looked at him, "It's meat, elfy boy, say it with me, meat."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I know that but you know thats really gross and why would you eat that in the presence of a vegeterian?"

I noticed Flickr give me a look that says, 'Control yourself, please.'

I took a deep breath, "Because it's either this or you green meat and I don't think you're ready to die in the most painful way because I like to hunt for my food," I replied in the most non-threating way I could muster.

"Oh yeah, you're a vampire," Beast Boy recalled, then his eyes widened, "Whoa, YOU'RE A VAMPIRE!" he almost fell of his chair when he flew backwards.

"No shit genius," I snapped, "Do you have corn in your ears? I said this all yesterday."

"An actual vampire," Beast Boy paced the room, "Like with fangs and drinking blood and capes and stuff?"

"Well some of that's not true," I mumbled picking at my meat.

"A blood sucking creature of the night that feeds off the living and only travels at night looking for its next-"

"Okay now you're really starting to piss me off green bean!" I snarled jumping up and slamming my hands on the table. Flickr flinched and Beast Boy turned into a mouse for a second. He turned back and said, "But why? Being a vampire is so cool."

"Says the mortal, who has no fucking clue what the fuck he's talking about!" I yelled.

Flickr patted my arm for me to calm down. I brushed her off and she retreated to the couch.

"Do you think being a mortal is all it's cracked up to be?" Beast Boy said, "It's not. It's a total hell."

"I know I've been mortal by a stupid wish! I hated it then and I hate my life now!"

"Then what do you want now?"

"I just want to go home!" I yelled. Whoa where did that come from? I didn't even know where home was.

Beast Boy looked at me, I thought I saw a hint of apology in his eyes but that could have just been the hatred in my eyes impairing my vision.

Flickr had turned on the T.V and broadcasting the news. A commercial came on: "It's nine o'clock do you know where your kids are?"

I looked at the screen and something seemed to click. I blurted out, "In some dude's testicle."

Flickr and Beast Boy looked at me strangely but I ignored it. "But which one? Right or left?"

They burst out laughing and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I felt a tad bit happy but then a feeling of loneliness washed over me. I left my meat on the table, not hungry anymore and the two others laughing in the kitchen as I exited the room.

I walked directly to my bedroom and sat on the windowsill. I get this way sometimes. After everything that's happened, after losing almost everything in the fight, my family. I don't feel anymore except hatred. Sure I get happy sometimes but then I think of the ones who arent here who should be. The one's I watched die, when I could have saved them. It's been that way since I was little. My family's been torn apart by death and there are only two remaining members of it. The only problem is that the other person doesn't want anything to do with me since I let their family die. So I'm alone, except for Flickr. I won't let her die. Not as long as my heart still beats. It's beating but barely.