A Lovely Nightmare

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Tue Sep 08, 2009 12:55 pm

They say that the world is seperated into three parts. Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Some people believe that after they die their fate will be decided by God or The Devil after the acts they commited while alive. But some people don't realise. Is between these three worlds, there are worse worlds in between them. Some worlds that are so tearifying, so repulsive, so dark, that you would gladly take death in a second rather than face what are in those worlds. Some worlds though can give you, your greatist pleasure, but can not escape it. Each world contains a ruler, a source of power. What some people don't know is that their worst experiences, the worst choices that they made in their life, can become a reality. Their nightmares, layed out before them in plain sight. There is absolutely no escape.

There are Three main worlds that are stuck in between Heaven, Hell, and Earth. The first world is known as Imputas, or the World of Passion. This world lyes hidden behind Heaven. Your greatist desires, everything that you've ever wished for, is suddenly realised. But your greatist pleasures, can take a turn for the worst. The next world is known as Morsus that lyes hidden behind the Earth realm. This world reveals your worst pain, your most tearifying nightmares, and your worst fears. The last world has no name. he reason behind it is no one has ever been to this world. Because no one has ever deserved to go that far. Until one day, it finally happens.

A handfull of people, who have done something wrong in their past, have finally entered this forbidden realm. Inside they will face the truth of what they've done in the past. What wrongs they've commited will become realised. They will face several challenges, be put through danger, face things that no man would be able to face alive. Lycans, Ghols, The Walking-Dead, Vampires, and othe creatures so vile that they will drive you mad. Will you survive in this most haunting of places? Or will you into A Lovely Nightmare....

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Selena: Ruler of Morsus. She is known as the vampire queen and is considered to be extremely beautiful, but is extremely twisted and sedistic. She knows how to twist you, and has a way with making you do whatever she wants. ( AlexandraAdaire )

Amun: Ruler of Imputas. He appears to be a kind hearted man, always smiling and is willing to help. But underneath that smile is someone twisted, seductive, maliceous. He is a torturer of sorts, and enjoys it emencly.

Darkus: Ruler of the world that never was. No one knows who this man is, or if he is truly a man at all. People say he can turn into shadow, go into your dreams and controle your thoughts.

(I need at least five people to join. If you would like to join then please send me a message. Only the fastest people will be able to join. If you don't want to be a person sent to these worlds, then please ask if you would like to join as one of the rulers. Then post a discription, bio, what you did to get sent to the forbidden worlds, and a picture if possible when you join. This is what you'll need to put in your character profile)

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Name: Cassandra Morgan

Age: 22

Discription: Long gasamer black hair that cascades down to her lower back in soft ringlets. Deep blue/grey eyes with long and thick eyeslashes. Pale skin the color of ivory. She stands tall at 5 foot and seven inches tall. She has a lean and graceful looking body with long legs and toned looking arms.

Bio: Cassandra was born December 24, 1986. She was considered to be the angel of her family. She was a very sweet and caring child. Always willing to help others and make things better for them. But as she got older, that started to change. She became obsessed with causing people pain. First it started off small, just doing it to animals, and then moving onto people. No one was exactly sure why she did this, and Cassandra didn't fully understand herself. So her parents had no choice but to send her to a mental instatution. But when she goes there, its not what she expects. She is transported to the Kingdom of Morsus, not knowing what awates her.

Crime: Mentaly and physically tururing animals and people.

Shipley88 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shipley88** on Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:55 pm

Name: Griff "Gun Bunny" Heyden

Age: 23

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Bio: All through high school Griff was quiet and never made a lot of friends. He grew up in the poor part of a city, and was beat up almost every day. School ended and his military life began, he was posted in the 28th Infantry Division as the artillery man. Soon Griff got to unleash his silent pain through his M60. He would shoot first and ask questions later, earning the nickname "Gun Bunny". His squad was known as "The Black Hearts", from their devious ways to get the mission done. Out on patrol, Heyden noticed an enemy running into an orphanage, he quickly followed the man ready to fire at any second. Kicking the door open he glanced over to an old lady screaming and yelling at him as she was holding a little boy in her arms. Griff asked about the man but she would not answer, furiously Gun Bunny fired half of his clip into the lady and her grandchild. Running into the next room, he saw the man hiding behind a bunk bed with orphans crying and pleading, but he had the man in his sight. Firing his machine gun through the kids and at the man, he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes, but wasn't standing in the same room, Griff had entered some kind of forbidden world. Looking out into the world of Morsus, he stood there shocked and confused, because he was not sure what would happen next.

Crime: Killing innocents, including woman and children.

Nightze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nightze** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:31 am

Name: Logan Vinchi

Age: 25

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Bio: Logan was never good enough. In the Vinchi family you had to give something, but not if you weren't good enough. The family was a gang that acted like royalty, but only to Logan. He was too small at birth to help the Vinchi family, so he was ignored. When Logan got older there was always a reason he would never see his relatives. He was just not good enough to have the name Vinchi. On his twenty-fifth birth day Logan had had enough of never being enough for them. His classes had taught him much and he was going to use them against his so-called family. Over the next week Logan placed small bombs at the base of the Vinchi restort, where everyone would be that weekend. At the end of the week when the Vinchi family had gathered Logan was no where to be found. In fact Logan was outside, pressing the button and watching the building fall on top of his family. Hearing their screams he set off another set of bombs that would finish the job. As Logan got in his car to leave, he was no longer inside his car and no longer near the pain and death of his family. Logan Vinchi was in Morsus and he was, for the first time, truely scared.

Crime: Brutal murder of the entire line of the Vinchi family.

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:36 am

Cassandra's head was gently leaned up against the soft padded room of her blocked off cell. In some clinicks they put straight-jackets on their mental patients, in order for them not to hurt themselves. Cassandra wasn't stupid. Just because she liked hurting other people, didn't mean that she was going to hurt herself. She didn't think that was very ethical at all. She didn't know why people hurt themselves, it was so much easier just to hurt others. She didn't really mind the fact that she was locked up in this place. Actually it was rather nice. It kept her mind clear, and the only time she ever saw another person was when her ward came to check up on her, bring her food, and help her to the bathroom. But that was all, otherwise she had no other human interaction. The doctors were scared that she would hurt someone else, and of course they were right to keep her locked in here. No one was really sure why Cassandra became the way she did, her family was just completely puzzled. Well, all for one member of her family at least.

When Cassandra was only six years old, she had gotten a visit from her cousin who lived up in North Carolina, and she had never met him before. Her parents had to leave to go take get some things so they left her cousin, Michael, in charge. Michael was a lot older then Cassandra. Eighteen years old. Cassandra thought she liked him, he was nice, and funny, and liked to play games. But one of his games went a little to far. He ended up raping Cassandra at the age of six, taking away all of her innocence. And thats when everything changed. She became twisted on the inside, no longer the sweet child that everyone loved. But it couldn't have been helped. No one had known. And Michael had threatened to kill her if she said anything. And at the time, she believed him. Only when she was older did she take revenge on her loving cousin. And now he was burried six feet under because of what he had done to her.

In the background she could faintly hear a clock toaling ,she listened for a moment, it was eleven-fifteen. That meant it was time for her pills. With a sigh Cassandra stood up and waited for the ward to come in with two other nurses to hold her down, she always needed to be heald down. She didn't like the medication, it made her feel weak. Cassandra waited for about ten minutes, but no one came through the door. That was odd. They were never late, ever. Especially when it came to Cassandra, what was going on? Cassandra slowly walked up towards the door, peaking out of the small square glass window to see what was going on. And what she saw sent a jolt through her. She was not in the hospital anymore. Or, at least the thought she wasn't. Everything around her was black and burned. It looked like the remnants of an old hospital, burnt to the ground. With shaking hands, Cassandra reached forward and pushed against the door. It swung open without any hesitation. Cassandra stayed within the threshold of the room, staring down the hallway. Everything was gone. What had happened? Surely she would have heard the screams, the smell of smoke if the building had been burned. Something wasn't right. Where was she?

AlexandraAdaire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AlexandraAdaire** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 12:20 pm

Selena sat in her castle, looking around her at her subjects. She was wearing one of her blood red dresses and matching heels. She could tell they were anxious and wanted blood. Selena didn't blame them. She was thirsty for blood as well. The blood that they had, had nearly run out. There hadn't been as many humans found as she would have liked. Selena hoped that this time there'd be more.

Selena sent two male and two female vampires out to see if they couldn't find any humans. The four vampires left the castle and went seperate ways, so they could cover more ground. Each of the vampires looked around and smelled the air, hoping to find enough humans. They really didn't want to go back empty handed. They knew what would happen, if they did.

Nightze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nightze** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 3:34 pm

Logan was starting his car, just like every time before he had used it. Keys in then turn and broom car starts Logan thought to himself as he closed his eyes. Suddenly he yelped and pulled his hand away from the ignition, his fingers that held the car keys felt like they were on fire. Opening his eyes Logan saw he wasn't in the same car, not anymore, it was broken. The hood was missing, the windows were broken, the paint was rusted, the tires were gone, and the engine was scrap sitting on the ground. When Logan looked to the keys he saw that they had melted into the ignition and fused with the steering wheels metal. Logan reached for the door only to find that it was rusted shut. What the hell is happening to me?

Tying up his red jacket's straps, Logan crawled out of the car and got a grade A view of the world he had come to. The building he had destoryed was standing up perfectly, no ruins or dead bodies. The grass was brown, like it had died and decided it best not to try and grow up... ever. The trees were on fire and the sky looked almost like the color of the rust on his once beautiful car. Logan's metal trinkets were jingling as he spun around trying to take everything in all at once. This can't be happening. I watched the building crumbled. I pressed the button. They died and I watched them!

Panicking Logan went to the backseat of the car and looked for a black case. It was there, undamaged and closed, he reached itside the car and pulled out the case. Inside was his gun and his knife plus a few essentials to get out of the country. Opening the case Logan pulled out his Gerber Freeman knife, he used only because of the exchangable blades. He placed the knife along his belt as he reached in for his desert eagle and placed that along his belt as well. Looking into the case he shook his head. Money, passports, forged papers, and other useless files. What the hell was he suppose to use this for now? Keep himself warm? In frustration he threw the case in the opposite direction and yelled, "Worthless."

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 3:37 pm

Something was extremely wrong here. Cassandra knew that she might be insane, but she knew for a fact that her imagination couldn't have conjured up something as crazy as what was in front of her at this very moment. Just then a harsh wind ripped right through her, it wasn't cold like she was expecting, but burning hot. As if the fire from the flames had not been put out, and she was breathing them in as if they were around her face. Cassandra quickly sheilded her face and eyes from the feeling of the wind. And in an instant it was gone. She looked around, wondering what on earth had just happened. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer standing in the hospital anymore. This time, she was in the parking lot, as if something inside her had transported her out of that horrible place. But now she was even more frightened. It was as if everything around her had been burned. Tree's around her were black and ashen, the ground looked like lava had hardened over everything. What had happened?

Had she finally lost all sence? Was she dreaming? She didn't think so. THere was no way that she could dream up something like this in a thousand years. Another reason she knew she wasn't dreaming was she could feel everything, the ground beneath her feet, the harsh wind that ripped at her skin like talons. All of it seemed extremely real. "Where am I?" She whispered.

Shipley88 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shipley88** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:03 pm

A clicking noise came from the chamber of the M60, it was empty. Opening his eyes Griff looked straight down at his gun. Time to reload. Grabbing for an ammo clip on his shoulder he reached for nothing. He must of used the last clip, oh well. Looking up to the bunk beds of the orphanage his malicious grin turned to a confused and disappointed expression. There was blood all around the room; covering the sheets, the walls, and the floor. But there were no bodies, in particular the man he was chasing seemed to be gone. What the hell was going on? The room started to fill with quiet, and what seemed to be distant, noises. Growing louder they started to become more clear. Crying and pleas of mercy filled his ears. Griff scanned the room but nobody was there. Quickly turning around he grabbed the doorknob and stepped out of the room.

More beds filled the new room. Like before, blood covered the room only this time it seemed there was more. Was this the same room? It couldn't of been he just left, but just to make sure he turned around to the door. A blood splattered wall was staring back at him and the door was gone. Confused and aggravated he turns back around to face a now empty room. A faint metallic odor filled his nose, blood. The red liquid seeped out of the ceiling and cascaded down the walls. Feeling it creep into his shoes, Griff knew he had to find a way out. There was a boarded up window and it was the only exit. Slowly making his way through the quicksand like liquid he stopped in anger. It was him! The man he had chased down before this blood fest even started. The man was smiling at Griff, taunting him. Griff took a swing at him only to feel the air pushing against his fist. He was gone. Blood rising up to his knees, he remembered the window.

The butt of the M60 smashed through the wooden boards as glass shattered out the back. The ground was about 3 feet below the window, a lucky break. He closed his eyes and hurdled out the window landing on his feet. The assault rifle dropped to the ground with a quiet thud. Griff couldn't believe it, he was back in the room he started in. What was going on? Where exactly was he? What kind of sick, twisted game was he in? Questions darted through his mind...

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:22 pm

Cassandra knew from the instant she spoke those words that she was no longer in the world that she knew. Whatever this place was, it was real, but it was no place she had ever seen before. It was clear that this had been the hospital where she had been kept, but it was as if it had been transported into a different world. Another hard wind blew against her skin, making her realise that she was only in a long and white hospital gown. This wasn't good. She had no shoes, and her only cloths happened to be extremely thin. And the wind wasn't letting up on her skin. It continued to make her shiver every few seconds. What the hell was going on? She closed her eyes after a long moment, shaking her head back and forth. She knew that this wasn't a dream, but she desperatly wished that it was one.

Cassandra took one small step, keeping her eyes closed before opening them again. She was no longer in the parking lot by the hospital. This time she was on a street. A very long and narrow street. On either side of her were shops and other stores. Cassandra looked around, curious and nervous. She took a small step forward and when nothing happened she started to walk down the middle of the road. As she walked she stumbled across a small clothing store and emediatly ran towards it. The door was broken off at the hinges so it was easy to get in. Cassandra looked around eagerly for a moment before going over to a pile of cloths in the center of the room. She took out some jeans, a tank top, and a sheer looking sweater. She quickly stripped from her hospital gown and put these items on. She found a pair of old sneakers and quickly pulled those on, minus socks. She ran out of the store now, looking around. "I need to find someone...maybe...maybe others are here" She whispered.

Just then there was a loud and piercing howl that broke through the silence that was around her. Cassandra jumped at the sound and looekd around frantically. She had to get out of here and fast. This was deffineatly no place to be. With that Cassandra started sprinting down the long and narrow street. As soon as she passed the houses it seemed as if the road went on forever. She walked and walked, but found nothing. She was going to die, out here, all alone.

Nightze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nightze** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 12:25 pm

Logan was walking up the stone steps of the Vinchi Restort, he was going to finish the job. Step by step, gun held up, he made his way inside. Standing inside the hallway he listened to sounds of wind banging shutters open and shut. A nerve seemed to burst in his mind, "STOP IT!" He threw a nearby vase at the wall, shattering the glass and spilling the contents. The wind picked up, slamming the door behind him, then stopped altogether. Fear crept up his face as he looked to the door, he tried the handle only to find it wouldn't bduge. I'm not crazy. This is just the after effect of it all. I killed them now I'm suffering in my own mind. Nothing to worry about Logan. It will be alright.

Stepping away from the door Logan was thinking about ramming into it to see if that would do any damage. Right as he was about to charge he felt a hand touch his shoulder, shivers crawled up his spine, then he heared a whisper close to his ear. A whisper that sounded like death, "Loogan.." With a jolt he spun around, drawing his knife in the same movement, looking for the person who had touched him. There was nobody there, only the long empty hallway and the Vinchi pictures. Another hand crawled through his hair, "Where did you go.. Loogan..."

"Ahhhh!" His own voice betrayed him as he slammed against a wall, "Get off of me! Leave me alone!" He dropped his gun and his knife as he reached his hand up and began to pull on his own hair. He crawled into the corner of the hallway and picked up his gun, aiming at the emptiness before him, "WHERE ARE YOU!" Sweat dripped off his brow and fell to the floor below him. He was terrified and couldn't gain the strength to get up and run. His hands were shaking and his eyes were watering, "I'm not crazy. I killed them. I KILLED YOU!"

Logan felt another hand crawled up his shoulder, "What.. are you talking about.. Loogan..? We're.. waiting for you.. Loogan..." Scamppering to his feet Logan fired his gun several times at the floor where he'd been sitting. Wake up! Wake up, Logan! It's all a dream!

AlexandraAdaire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AlexandraAdaire** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 1:05 pm

Two of the four vampires, one male and one female, had been searching around and had eventually ended up back together. At one point, they smelled a human and headed in the human's direction. Eventually they noticed the woman but didn't go over to her yet. They just watched her and decided that they'd follow her if she decided to move anywhere.

The two vampires wondered who this human woman was. They also wondered what crime she had committed. There was always some crime that the people who ended up here committed. Even though they were curious about her, they decided to just let the human woman go through whatever it was she was going through.

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 1:05 pm

Cassandra looked around, her head whipping from one place to another. Something was wrong. She had remembered just running away from the town, and now she was back where she started. What in the hell was going on here. With a frustrated sigh she stopped in the middle of the street. There was obviously a reason that she was here she, she obviously had to get something. She looked around nervously at the shops. What could she possibly need that she already had? The answer to that question resulted in another loud howl that came from out of no where. A shutter rippled through Cassandra's body and she started running again. Her eyes searching for what she would need. She wasn't sure what kind of creatures lived in this world, but they wouldn't be good ones.

Finally Cassandra found the store that she had been looking for. She turned around slowly, eyes moving up and down the street, just making sure that everything was alright before heading towards the store. It was an old gun shop from what she could tell. She knew for a fact that she would need to get some kind of weopon. Obviously she couldn't stay where she was without a way to deffend herself. There was no door blocking her was so she slowly moved inside. As soon as she entered the shop, she could smell something. A light burning smell, and then it got worse and worse. Cassandra clapped a hand over her mouth and nose, hoping the smell would go away, but it only got worse. The sound of screaming filled her ears, the sames screams she heard from teh people that she had heard, now yelps mixed in with the cries, adding to already horrible screams.

Cassandra felt her knees buckle from underneath her and she fell towards the ground. Her hands moving up to her ears now, clamping her hands over them, trying to drown out the sound, but it only seemed to get worse. She let out a loud scream her head thrasthing back and forth. "No! STOP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" SHe screamed, her head whipping back and forth faster and faster now.

Melodic Salvation · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Melodic Salvation** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 5:21 pm

Name: Lillia Kiones

Age: 23

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Bio: Lillia had always been quiet. She was the only child of two parents who were equally reserved and frequently left her alone. Because of this, she had very little social interaction and often felt threatened when approached. Despite this, she was able to find solace in a lone friend who had broken through Lillia's shell and gained her trust. For once, Lillia was truly happy. Months went by and Lillia became more and more dependent and consumed with her friend. She became extremely jealous if her friend so much as spoke to other people. One day, Lillia invited her friend to stay the night, but her friend turned her down due to a prior engagement with another friend. Lillia became overwhelmed with anger and stormed to the alleged girl's house and confronted her. Despite her nature, Lillia was sent into a frenzy and began to attack the girl, consumed with her own jealousy. People stepped in, however, and sedated Lillia, bringing her down.

The next day, Lillia's friend spoke to her and said that she didn't want to be her friend anymore. At this, Lillia snapped once again, though this time, no one was around to stop her. Enraged in jealous insanity, Lillia attacked the girl, ripping her apart with her bare hands. Screaming, Lillia covered herself in the girl's blood, satisfied that the girl could not leave her now. Though when she looked up, she was no longer where she once was.

Crime: Senseless murder

KeelieRavenWolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **KeelieRavenWolf** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 5:27 pm

((Not quite finish with my character bio. I have to go to work. I'll edit this post and put it here when I get back, just keep a spot open for me. I figured I should let you know I'm interested.))

Shipley88 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shipley88** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:47 am

The gun dropped and the room was filled with the same beds and blood stains as before. This had to be some kind of game, right? No matter what it was, Griff was stuck as the poor helpless pawn. Maybe he wasn't helpless, if this was a game there had to be a way past this room. Leaning on the door he slid down the wall into a sitting position. There was something he was missing. But that didn't matter, the crying started to fill the room again. Quickly getting up he grabbed his gun. This time Griff decided not to run, he waited. A dark shadow started to form at the end of the room. The shadow was smaller, maybe the size of a child, but he couldn't tell as the shadow had a kind of fuzzy and even static shape to it. It started to move closer and closer. Disappearing and reappering a foot in front of itself every time, it seemed to have trouble staying in this realm for even a short period of time. The shadow started to stare at Griff, if that was even possible, and suddenly stopped right in front of him. Feeling his palms start to sweat, he shakily rose his empty gun up to it. He bluffed the shadow?! It moved away in the same way it came towards him, but stopped in the middle of the room. Still shaking, Griff stood his ground.

Serving his time with "The Black Hearts", Griff never liked killing children. But the leader kept harping on his squad over and over to get the job done, no matter the cost. Little things made it better like closing his eyes or imagining he was somewhere else. Even though he closed his eyes, the trigger was still pulled, the rage still flowed out of him. Picturing in his mind; all the physical beatings he took, all the mental torturing everyone put on him, even his family talked down towards him. Pulling the trigger and ending lives. This was the only way to cope. Making himself believe this would take the pain away, he knew deep down that it wouldn't. A different kind of pain tore away at him every time a life fell to his weapon. Was this the answer? To face his fear of the slaughtering.

Griff stopped shaking, he stared down the shadow. But his concentration was disrupted in a flash as a lady appeared. He recognized her. She was the older lady that held the boy and the shadow must have been that boy, right? That didn't matter right now he just needed to clear his head. She was walking just as the shadow had done before. But this apparition, if that is even what it was, was different. Her skin was as gray as slate and her clothes were caked in dried blood. But her eyes, the eyes that stared at him with hate and fury, were bloodshot and seemed to be a faint yellow. Those horrifying eyes seemed to have been stamped on with a cold icy glare. The M60 started to rattle in his hands, the shaking started again. She looked up at him and started to beg for her life. The cries were hard to hear as her voice started to crack and made a disgusting gargling noise. Blood seeped out of her mouth as she reached up to him. He wanted to close his eyes, he needed to close them. But he had to face her. He had to deal with who he truly was, a cold-blooded killer. He looked down as she vanished. Was she gone? She reappeared only to thrust her arm into his abdomen. Griff's body instantly became icy cold. He gasped for air and looked down at her with widened eyes. "I'm...sor..sorry..", his legs seemed to turn to jell-o. The fall seemed to take forever as the tile floor got closer and closer. His face seemed to smack off of cold cement, not tile. Did he fall against the street? Was he finally outside of that cursed room? Griff couldn't tell. His energy was drained and all he saw was darkness.

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 3:12 am

Cassandra felt her body arch and twist in discomfort when she heard the screaming, the howling, the yelping and the crying from all around her. She tried desperatly to get away from the sound, but it was killing her eardrums. There was no escaping this, would she beforever tormented this way? To endure the suffering crys of the people and animals she had hurt in her past? She let out another loud scream, trying to break away from the noises that filled her head. What was she supposed to do? She desperatly wanted to take back everything that she had done, everything in order to take the screams away. "I'm Sorry! I'm sorry I did those horrible things! They never should have happened...Please...please!" She sobbed out loudly. And all of a sudden the voices stopped.

Her eyes opened slowly to the sound of the dead silence around her. It was earie to not hear them anymore. They were all completely gone from her head, for the moment anway. Cassandra finally stood up and rushed behind the counter. The glass case that protected the murchandice was already broken. She looked around for a moment and then finally settled for a 46calaber asult rifle, a long and sharp looking knice, and a shotgun. She herself wasn't fond of guns, they scared her to death, but she was sure she'd need one in the end. She grabbed as many shells and rounds as she could carry before running out of the stoor. The scenery around her seemed to change and she was on a different road. Houses lined these streets rather then shops. They were largely spaced apart, about a mile in each. All of them looked nice, but there was one that stood out from the rest. It was large house, the largest out of all of them. But it appeared to look like it had been burnt somehow, everything was ashen and smoldery looking. Curious, she started to walk towards the house.

Melodic Salvation · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Melodic Salvation** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 4:32 pm

The reality of what Lillia had just done sunk into her mind. "I killed her, I killed her," she whispered softly as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the body of her dead friend was gone. Lillia's eyes grew wide, a panic filled her small face. "Wha...." she looked down at her clothes, the blood was gone, everything was clean. She began to glance around frantically, her mind groped for answers to what was going on around her. Standing up, she noticed the area around her was not the same. It was grayer, cleaner, quieter. Alone. The word sunk into her mind like a two ton weight upon her fragile state of mind. Her heart beat quickened, she couldn't be alone, there had to be someone. Her panic became a frenzy as she began to run, screaming out for someone, anyone to come to her.

All alone again. Isn't the reason you killed Emily so you wouldn't be alone? Isn't the reason you attacked her friend so you wouldn't be alone? Well you're alone, it was all in vain. No one cares about you Lillia. Everyone's gone Her mind screamed this to her as her eyes scanned the buildings for signs of life. She never wanted to kill Emily, she never wanted to hurt her! Her face grew hot, she just wanted someone to care about her, to need her the way she needed them. But Emily wouldn't, so you killed her. "STOP!" she screamed aloud as she frantically tried to block out her thoughts. What was so wrong with stopping people from leaving you? It wasn't her fault, Emily was leaving her after all! Tears began to stream down her face as the buildings around her began to change.

Ducking behind a building, Lillia stopped to take a breath. Her mind had quieted down from her physical exhaustion. Sucking in gulp after gulp of air, Lillia quieted herself down and wiped her face clean. It was then that she heard a loud thump coming from inside the building she was leaning against. A thought flashed into her mind, "People......" Turning to face the building, she scanned the wall for a door, there was none. She began running again, turning the corner in search of an entry way. Finally, she access inside and greedily scanned the room for people. Once again, she found nothing. Weaving her way through doors and rooms she came across a blood spattered room that held a person lying on the floor. A melancholy look reached her face as she quickly assumed the blood was from the person on the floor, and that he was dead. With a grunt, Lillia's hopes died and she placed herself against the wall and slide to the floor. She hit the floor with a small thud, and cradled her head in her arms. Unsure of what to do now.

AlexandraAdaire · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AlexandraAdaire** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 9:31 pm

The two vampires continued to follow the human, not letting their presence be known. Right then they didn't need to.

They did wonder, though, how long it would be before this human would feel like she was being followed. They also wondered if she would notice. They never could tell. For now, though, they just kept following her and let her go where she wanted to. Soon enough she'd meet their queen.

They were sure that Selena was anxiously awaiting them bringing humans to the castle. They could understand it. They hoped, though, that their queen would be somewhat patient.

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On the otherside of town

The two remaining vampires had been making their way through the streets. At one point, they noticed a human woman going into a building. They decided to wait a little while, then go in after her. She they did just that, they waited then went into the building. They wanted to see if there were any other humans besides just her in that building.

Nightze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nightze** on Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:05 am

Logan had made his way through the house to somewhere on the second level. He was tearing a room apart, grabbing ammo and guns hidden among the furniture. All of the guns were pistols. colt .45s, desert eagles, magnums, and some small guns that. Wherever Logan could place a gun there was one. You'll get those bastards. If they touch you you'll kill them! As Logan finished the thought he went to a nearby window. Trees were burning and the dead grass seemed black from this level. The sky itself was becoming dimer, "I guess that means the suns going to set."

Suddenly inside the hallway something crashes to the floor, Logan pulls out a gun and turns to the rooms door. He stayed there waiting for the first sign of whatever had caused the crash. Come you son of-. A hand appeared on the edge of the door frame and in a few seconds stood a sight that any man would lose his nerve at. His father stood before him with a blood cover skin, his scalp was hanging from his and his right leg was broken. Even with all the pain he must be in, he can still move! Logan fired his gun into his father's chest. A spray of bullet came for only a moment after the bullet hit then stopped bleeding altogether. Logan fired his gun several more times into his father's chest, "Die!"

The broken man kept moving closer towards Logan and when he was only a few feet away, Logan heard the voices again, "Loogan.. I am.. dead..." Logan screamed and through his knife into his father's throat. The man stopped for a moment then kept moving forward. Logan continued to back up away from his father and towards the window. Soon he was pressed against it, the broken man only a foot away. Logan kicked the man and pushed him, but the man shoved back even harder breaking the glass. Logan only knew he was falling when he was seconds away from the ground. He landed with a thud and his head must of hit something because the last thing he saw was his father staring down at him, knife lodged in throat.

Karina_DarkGeisha · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Karina_DarkGeisha** on Sat Sep 12, 2009 4:45 pm

Something was very strange about the house in front of her. It was extremely large, but it was much different from the others. It was black as if it had been burned to the ground. THe gras was black and the tree's...the tree's were actually on fire! Cassandra stopped dead in her tracks and closed her eyes, blinking a few times to make sure that she could see everything clearly. Confusion moved through her for a moment and then she shook her head. Anything was possible, at least in this world anyway it would seem. Cassandra started running forward now towards the house, but paused when she heard a loud scream. Her head snapped up towards the house and her eyes widdened when she saw a window shatter at the top floor of the house and a boy fell from the top.

Without thinking Cassandra started to run towards the house. She didn't know what else she could do. She had a wierd feeling in the pit of her stomach though as she ran to meet whoever it was who had fallen out of the window. As she stepped onto the lawn something very strange happened. SHe felt a sharp pain in her chest and she gasped, nearly falling to the ground. But she kept up her running pace until she was beside the boy that had fallen. He wasn't a boy, but a man. She looked up towards the house where he had fallen, the window wasn't broken anymore, it was perfectly in place. Cassandra knelt down beside the man, reaching out to gently nudge his shoulder.

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