Do you guys wanna start?

(We can start..... who knows? Ermm..... Let someone else start, though, coz I really kinda don't wanna. )

(lets start, sorry i havn't been on for a long time :) )
The small basement reeked of blood, of a human's blood. Something about it was halfway between sweet and horrible, like something tells you that it shouldn't be appealing to you. I touched the almost-dried blood on the stone walls. He was diffidently here. I walked back upstairs, past the humans who dared to try and hide him.
No one hides from me.

FATE

I blew my black hair from my face. Nowhere exciting to go to tonight. I sat in the black tattered sofa anyway, at the Blood Bank, a huge hangout for goths and vampires, not that the goths knew they actually sat with real demons of the night. The boy I sat next to was hopelessly drunk. He was minutes from passing out and I lost interest. The blood lost it's tastiness when it was full of alcohol. I stood up but he didn't notice. He was asleep. I stood and saw no one I really cared about, until I saw her. My blood turned to ice and my stature froze. No! It can't be her! I thought, making my way to the back of the club. Her eyes remained unfocused until they latched onto mine. Pure loathing melted into her eyes, the hatred of a million people flowed through her. I could practically feel her anger vibrating in the air. She should be dead!