Ok, took me quite a while, but here it is. Don't slap me for it, please!!!


Second Life

Chapter Ten: How to rip a heart to shreds

A demonic smirk on his face Riff nodded his head. He seemed to enjoy hurting Jack's feelings and making him cry. As he moved closer Jack took a few quick steps back, drew his shotgun and pointed it at Riff's head. His whole body was trembling both of fear and anger as he asked "What did you do to our family? Why did you do it? Once in your life tell me the truth." Hearing this his smirk went even wider than before. He was licking his lips as he started to explain. "You won't be able to handle the truth but I will tell you anyway. There was a time when I was forced to serve under Chaemare, the devil king, who treated me like a slave. Years passed without a chance to escape and I was too weak to revolt against him. Then, one day, I found my way out of his grip and went into exile to train and gain more power. I wanted revenge for all those years I had to suffer in the darkness and then I decided to kill him and become the new devil king. But even if I trained all day long I wouldn't have been able to slay him and then I met your mother. I realized her blood would give me more power so I slaughtered her, and so will I do with you. Your blood will give me the power I need to become the new king of devils and no one shall ever be able to resist my might. Now you know the true background behind your mother's death. She served a higher purpose, just like you will in a few seconds. Isn't that something to be proud of?" A wild fire burning in his eyes Jack frowned "Go to hell, motherf***er", and pulled the trigger. The bullets ripped open Riff's face and shreds of his brain as well as fragments of his skull splashed everywhere. His body fell to the floor immediately and blood flowed around Jack's feet. Slowly he turned and went away without taking even one look back. The fire in his eyes still burned of hate and the shock made his skin and hair turn white by degrees.

As Jack returned to The Hole he was already awaited by Dante and Rahan, but instead of talking to them he walked over to the counter and ordered Gin and some cigarettes. It was clearly visible that Jack was more than just stressed and nervous, even to a blind one. His left eyelid was twitching and as Dante touched his shoulder and asked if he was alright Jack trembled and whispered "Do I look ok to you? My dad killed my mom and planned to do the same to me just to be able to become then new king of devils. That would wreck everyone's mood." Then Jack lighted one of the cigarette and drew on it while he was still trembling. The smoke surrounded his head and the heat of the cigarette was reflected by his eyes. He still seemed tough though he was mentally wrecked and clearly showed that. Jack wasn't feeling like talking for the rest of the night. All he did was staring either into his glass or at the glowing cigarettes in his hand. The disappointment and hate he felt made him become silent and almost cold-hearted. After quite a while Dante broke the silence and asked whether Jack killed Riff or not. A cold laughter came over his lips and Jack stubbed out the burning cigarette in his right palm as he replied "I did kill him. Serves him right. And if he should ever come back I'll blow him up completely." Dante didn't seem to understand what Jack meant. He was convinced Riff was dead but the Jack sighed and returned "This sure is possible for I only shot him in the head and forgot that even now he might be able to regenerate the ripped-away parts of his head. Stupis mistake, now isn't it?"  Rahan, who joined them, nodded his head and said "Indeed. And he will be back sooner than you expect him, at least if he is as tough as a cockroach." "A cockroach isn't able to live without its head, you moron", Dante said and bursted in laughter as he finished his sentence but he calmed down as Jack lighted the next cigarette. It was depressing for him to see how much he was suffering and let himself go but he couldn't do anything about it, even if he tried. After a while Jack left silently, taking only one sad look back. He would have to leave his past behind to be able to handle his life again, even if that meant to leave his only friends as well.

Returning home Jill immediately undressed ans took a quick shower. The cold water running down her skin washed away the splashes of blood on her face and kept her awake, at least awake enough to notice both her hair and skin turned white as she looked into the bathroom mirror. "Great, now I look like a piece of chalk." She tried hard to laugh but she couldn't. Her whole situation worsened every day and there was nothing she could do to change it. Jill sighed and ran her fingers through her short hair slowly as she got out of the shower. Then she walked into the living room and took some old photographs of her father. All of them showed the illusion of a happy family, something Jill thought she had, but it was all just a fake. The longer she looked at those pictures the angrier she became at her father. In all her anger she grabbed for a lighter on her table and burned the pictures, one by one. Every memory of the man who ruined her life on purpose had to be erased, no matter how. A cold, insensible smile appeared on her face as she saw her past fading in the flames. Just at that moment Jill noticed herself standing within a puddle of a dark liquid. She looked down and saw two eyes swimming through blood and a face formed around them. "Are you happy to see me?" A dark voice echoed through the room that seemed to come from everywhere around her and as she looked up she saw blood running down the walls. "You idiot completely ruin my living room. The wallpaper id gonna fall off and everything will stink like blood. How shall I explain this to my lessor, eh?" Jill just finished her sentence as a whip of blood winded around her neck and choked her as she tried to get rid of it. She got down on her knees, still tugging at the whip while her father materialized in front of her. In his left hand he was holding the whip and a blade of blood formed out of the other one. A fierce look in his eyes he said "You wanna live, do you? Then come with me, become my guard and you'll never ave to fear death." Jill was staring to the floor, half way choked, and answered coughing "I'd rather chose death than to serve under a devil." Faster than the eye could see the blade pierced her chest and sliced open her throat and stomach. Her intestines gushed out of her wound and everything went black in front of her eyes.

As Jill woke up she was chained to some sort of table. She couldn't figure how long she passed out nor could she tell where she was. Everything around her was dark and the only light she could see was the heat  of a cigarette a few feet away from her. "You're finally awake I see. I felt free to dig a grave for you. I hope you're gonna like it, after all you are gonna rest there for all eternity", Riff's voice whispered in her ear. Hate started burning within Jill's heart and she winded around to free herself from the chains but they were too tight. The links were pressing hard against her skin and the more she moved the deeper were the wounds the chain ripped into her flesh. To top it off her father even prevented her from using her powers. Completely helpless Jill was lying on the table, not seeing a thing but hearing that Riff grabbed for some weapon and returned with them. For a few minutes nothing happened but then something cold was touching her neck. Her eyes opened wide as she felt a blade cutting through her skin and her warm blood flowed over the table and dripped down to the floor. "Does it hurt?" Riff seemed to enjoy playing games with her and split her skull with an axe. Jill immediately stopped moving. Her death was already at hand. The loss of blood and the heavy injury that normally wouldn't influence her could now cause her downfall. As Riff removed the axe her leg was twitching but it was no proof of life. Jill already stopped breathing and Riff bowed down above her to drink her blood but then a noise distracted him. Looking where it came from he suddenly got punched in his stomach. As he got down on his knees someone was grasping for his hair and slammed his head hard against the edge of the table. His skull was fractured and blood spilled out of the tennis-ball sized hole. Riff tried to reach for the axe as another one appeared and sliced off both his arm and his head. As it was rolling over the floor he saw a white-haired wielding a broadsword. The last thing he noticed was a big boot smashing his head. "I can't believe this *** tried to kill his own daughter.If Jack would've known he would have been more than disappointed." Dante was shaking his head. Never has he seen someone who has been that cruel and cold-hearted. Rahan meanwhile examined Jill's wounds and brought her back to life. "Believe it or not, Jack knew it. But he wasn't able to help her", Rahan said and looked at Dante cleaning his boots. "What do you mean by that?" Silence. Rahan carefully lifted Jill up and walked towards the stairs to the first floor. Then he replied "Because this is Jack. Don't tell me you didn't notice. And now let's get her to a safe place, quick!"

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

>.> Your story is quite gory huh?, I should really go back and catch up with everything that has gone on xP, Hope I can find the time over the long weekend!... >.>;....Ehe....well, its long for me atleast! (3 days)

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Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

oo DH i like them (just to let you know, i haven't been able to read them lately so i just read i think the last four) good work! =]]]

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Boo f*ckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of sh*t,
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it.
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists?
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of sh*t.
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots,
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a c*ck.
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong.
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are f*cking morons.
You don't mean it.

~ Mindless Self Indulgence

Hey sorry I didn't comment for a long time. I made friends with this one girl, started training for the Marines, and I've been cleaning the house (inside and out) for $20 a week. Your writings are pretty crafty. If I were you, I'd use them as scenes for games or even movie trailers. They'd kill for some originality in Hollywood or EA :P .

Thankies, guys and gals ^___^ I'll try to post the last chapter some time around the next two weeks, depending on when I'm done typing it. Yeah, it'll be the last but I'm gonna try to think of something else worthy posting here. Until then it may be a little while T_T Nah, we'll see. Anyway, thanks a lot and I'll do my best to keep you guys entertained XD
 

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Wow, i like your story its a pretty good read.. keep up the good work ^_^

i enjoyed it, i'm waiting for the last chapter! you've certainly kept me entertained XD

Thanks, for the good read and hope you post some more stories again sometime!!!

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[~To be updated~]

Ok, I know it's been quite a long time but here it finally comes. Enjoy, and I hope you all aren't pissed at me afterwards XD

 

Second Life

Final Chapter: Jackpot!

Jill woke up on a couch in a hotel room, her body still covered with blood. As she sat up she noticed Dante sitting on the table staring at her wounds while Rahan was running up and down in the room. After a while Dante asked "And what are we gonna do next? Jill won't be safe if her dad's coming back. She's no match for him in her current condition." The door fell in the lock and Vergil entered the room with a bag full of bandages and other things. Not saying a word he went over to the couch, took some bandages and wrapped them around Jill's head to keep the parts together. "Jill, what's your father's weak point? We must know how to kill him or the world will be doomed." Rahan was completely restless. He wouldn't calm down before this task wasn't finished but he couldn't figure out how to do it. For a few minutes no one was saying a word, all looks fixed to Jill. Then she whispered "It's useless. He's got no weak point. He would regenerate too fast. There are only two methods on my mind that might work. Either we blow him up or we throw him into liquid steel. The only prob is that we neither got explosives nor is there a steelwork around this area. Someone got a better idea, then tell me." Silence overcame them all and they were almost about to give up until Dante finally had an idea.

As the four entered The Hole everything went silent. Jill slowly walked over to the counter, grabbed for Ray's shirt and pulled him close. "Listen carefully", she frowned "I need explosives and I don't mean a small grenade, you got that?" Ray's eyes went big as he heard her insensible voice echoing through the bar and he was sure that it was the same as Jack's. Too surprised to reply he just pointed at a male sitting in a dark corner. Jill remembered him being a dealer but his prices have been way too expensive. Sighing she went to his table and sat down on it, Rahan, Vergil and Dante following her. "Ray said you sell not only weapons but explosives, too. I hope for your safety you got a bomb that will burst a tank to shreds." A wide smirk showed up on his face and Jill could see his demolished teeth. "Sure, but it'll coust you a little something." Before he even noticed four blades were pressed against his throat. His smirk immediately faded as he searched for a bomb within his bag. "Here ya go", he said and the scared look in his eyes disappeared as Jill took it and left the table. Before she went out she gave a letter to Ray and told him to give it to her dad if he dared to show up again.

Days passed until Jill finally received a call from her dad. He seemed to have fallen for the trap she prepared and that really improved her mood. Whistling she dressed, put the bomb into her bag and walked off to the crematory where she would end this tragedy. Dante, Vergil and Rahan showed up short after her arrival. "Guys, put these on. And don't worry, nothing's gonna happen to you, I swear." She gave them some handcuffs which she worked on the recent days. They were prepared to fall to pieces if the weared pulls at them. "Never knew you make junk out of something useful. You sure they will stay like that for as long as we need them to? Cuz I don't think they will, without screws and stuff I mean." Jill just shook her head and turned away. She was sure about nothing she has planned. If one thing goes wrong, everything else will also. She could screw Operation: Extinction, like she used to call it.

As Riff showed up it was almost dawn. He smirked as he saw Jill standing behind her comrades, all of them handcuffed. "Looks like you changed your mind", he said and continued "You even made me a kingly gift. The sons of Sparda as my victims I will become even more powerful than I would ever have been by only using your blood." Jill had to calm down to not jump un him and choke him to death. If she wanted her plan to succeed she had to hold herself back but it was hard. Riff meanwhile carefully examined his offering and his smirk went wider. He couldn't help but kicking Dante in the back and that was the point where everything went wrong. Pissed like hell Dante jumped up and got rid of the handcuffs. Riff stumbled backwards, an astonished look in his eyes, and grabbed for his sword but he was too slow. Dante punched him in the stomach and as Riff was kneeling on the floor he kicked him between the legs. "That's what happens if you kick me just for fun, for no reason", Dante yelled and stomped him in the face. Vergil and Rahan joined him while Riff tried to get up again. All three surrounded him pressing their swords and daggers against his throat. "Clever plan. You fooled me the first moment but unfortunately one of your friends wasn't able to keep up his masquerade", Riff said laughing and Jill just frowned "My bad. Won't happen to me twice." A dagger slid from her sleeve into her hand as she ran towards him, ramming the blade deep into his head. Riff didn't seem to be impressed by that and grasped for her larynx to break it. Coughing and hardly able to breathe Jill fell to the floor and her father's sword pierced her chest and pinned her to the ground. As he tried to reach for her hair a spectral sword stabbed his hand and fixed him to the nearest wall. A cold smile on his face Vergil stapped out of the shadows and said "Give up. It's four against one. Your only other option is to lose." Suddenly his smile disappeared as he heard the sound of breaking bones and blood splashing at the walls. In order to free herself Jill suffered an injury that was bigger than any other before. Half her torso has been ripped open and one big piece of flesh was only fixed to her body by a torn muscle. Trembling and staggering Jill stepped forth, took her father's sword and threw it into the kiln on her right side. Then she slowly moved towards Dante and told him to leave and lock the door behind him as fast as he could. She was ready to finish Riff off but she would humiliate him first and she already knew how. Jill performed a high roundhouse kick which was so powerful that Riff crashed to the floor, losing his hand which was still fixed to the wall. Suddenly she grasped for his head and dragged him to the kiln. She took out the glowing blade and pressed it against his face. Blisters formed on his skin and blood spilled out of them as Jill removed the hot sword. Then she tossed him against the kiln, sliced open his torso vertically and choked him with his intestines. "Losing against your own injured daughter must be depressing for you, isn't it?" The insensible smile on her face didn't stay for long as Riff transformed into a pool of blood and materialized right behind her. She wanted to turn but ha grasped for her spinal column, which wasn't covered by flesh anymore, and ripped out one of the vertebras. Jill immediately fell to the floor and she couldn't stand up again. Since she had no other choice she activated the bomb within her bag. She couldn't fle anymore and she wouldn't have tried to. So close to victory every mistake would cause more problems. Jill had to make sure Riff couldn't escape, one way or the other. As he grabbed for her hair and pulled her up she grinned evilly and created a protecting wall of blood around her boda. Then sh kicked the bomb towards his feet and shouted "Jackpot!" Just a second after Riffs body was ripped to nothing more but shreds. The devastating power of the bomb was more than enough to kill him.

As they heard the sound of the explosion Dante, Vergil and Rahan smiled and took a look back to see if Jill made it out but she didn't show up. Worried they hurried back into the crematory but they were too late. The upper part of her body was lying in the hall but her left arm was torn off and most of her facial skin was burnt or ripped away. Dante found one of her legs around 30 feet away but most of the flesh was burnt to ash already, the other parts have disappeared. As Rahan was kneeling next to her she opened her eyes ans whispered coughing "I managed to send him to hell. Thanks for your help, guys. It couldn't have went better." Vergil ironically answered "Indeed. Nothing is better than dying. What happens to you isn't important, right?" Jill nodded her head. She knew what would happen to her and she didn't fear death. "I was being ironic. Look at you. You are nothing more than a head, an arm and a ripped open torso. I wonder how you are still able to talk. I can already see the inside of your lungs. You lay here dying and still talk like you weren't. Do you even care about how we feel seing you like this?" It was the first time since he showed up that Vergil showed some sort of emotion and Dante was more than perplexed. In the end both Dante and Rahan agreed with him. Everything would change for them, especially for Rahan. If Jill died he would have no one left to rely on. He would be lost in a foreign world. Holding her hand he said "Don't die on me. I won't be able to make it without your support." Whispering Jill answered "You have to. Besides, there's still Dante who will help you whenever you need help. My time is up and there's nothing that could change it. Farewell, to all of you. May your lives not be as fu..." Her empty eyes were staring at Rahan's face as she died. Dante turned to hide his tears and Vergil bowed his head. No one of them was able to speak. After a short moment Rahan closed her eyes and kissed her carefully. His whole body was tremling and Dante had to pull him out of the room to calm down. Silently he said "This isn't the end. She died to protect you and the world from this crazy psycho. If you continue what she begun then her death wasn't in vain." Rahan nodded his head, knowing that he had to take over her legacy if he wanted to keep a part of her alive, and bursted into tears at last.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

I likey likey, although i like all your chapters sooo xD  nothing new to say except, good job! =P

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Boo f*ckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of sh*t,
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it.
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists?
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of sh*t.
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots,
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a c*ck.
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong.
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are f*cking morons.
You don't mean it.

~ Mindless Self Indulgence

Wow, thankies ^_^ Was a hard time for me finishing this chapter and I thought it might be too sucky to post it, but seing that even one person likes it makes it worth posting. Thanks again =D

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Ok, it took me some time but here it comes: my new story XD Enjoy.

 

Innocent Blood

Chapter One: Nameless shadow

 Night has already fallen as a young male was strolling through the empty streets of a small town in western europe. The heavy rain that was falling soaked both his suit and cigar and his long black hair took his sight. For a short moment he rested at a bus station to take off his sunglasses and put his hair back into its former position. Then he lightened the next cigar, leaned against the pane of glass and took a short look at the young woman sitting a few feet away from him before he went on. A somewhat disappointed voice reached his ear. "Ain't you gonna wait for the bus?" As he turned his red glowing eyes were looking somewhere completely else. The answer let her blood freeze within a second. "No, you're not interesting for me. You've lost your innosence a long time ago."

It was around midnight as the male arrived in a small lane, already awaited by a man in his mid-fouties and a girlthat was completely chained. "So you must be that *** John who did this to my beloved daughter, are you?" The father screamed of anger and hate but the only reaction he got to see was a light smile and an answer he wouldn't have expected in his whole life. "Cute little Nancy, wasn't it? And you kept her like that for weeks? A headshot would've done the job, quick and painless." The father's eyes went big but as he wanted to return something he couldn't say one thing. The young man took a few steps towards the girl and continued "Even I can fail sometimes. My bad she's become a ghoul. I'll take care of that mistake right now." Not wasting any time he grasped for her head and ripped it off. Congealed blood dripped to the ground as he laid the half-rotten head into her father's hands. Then he left the scenario he caused with a light smile on his lips and disappeared in the darkness of the night.

 "A middle-aged man has been arrested this morning while he carried the dead body fo his daughter through the streets. Her head was missing and her body was already rotten. Her father apparently tried to get rid of the corpse after he hid it for about two months within his cellar. He is still denying to have killed his own daughter and claims that a vampire should have done this cruel murder. At the moment he is in the local lunatic asylum and he will probably never leave it again. More news on that in the late night edition..." The young man switched off the TV and got off his coffin. He wouldn't have believed that still no one had a clue of what he actually was and what he did. Every week young women disappeared all of a sudden and they all had two things in common: every single one of them was a virgin and they all have last been seen with him. Most of the corpses haven't been found and those that have been were all bloodless and four small wounds on their neck have been found on most of them. The fact that someone else had to suffer his fate clearly amused him. A light smirk showed up on his face as he prepared for this night's business. He was sure that he would once again be getting away with murder.

"John, how long have you been waiting for me?" The voice of a yound woman echoed through the street and as he turned he saw her running through the rain, not carrying an umbrella. She was absolutely soaking wet and he somewhat was reminded of a mermaid while looking at her. Her long red hair was wrapped around her shoulders and her deep-blue eyes were sparkling in the pale moonlight but that didn't seem to interest the man called John. Instead he was looking at the blood pulsing through her right neck artery. "I wasn't waiting too long, Ashley. We should better get in now or you'll catch a cold." Silently they both entered the small cinema while everyone was staring at them. They both stood out against the other people around them: she was wearing a black cocktail dress, he wore an elegant black suit, a red tie and sunglasses. They looked like they wanted to go to the opera and caused some laughter by that. Not paying attention they stood in the line waiting, but then a teenager frowned "Hey, oldtimer. Did you forget your glasses? This is a cinema so you're in the completely wrong place here." His self-confident smile was gone within a second as John came walking over to him. Everyone became silent and a demonic smirk appeared on his face as he returned "How about me showing you what an oldtimer is able to do with someone like you?" Not knowing what just happened the boy was immediately dragged out of the cinema and around the next corner. Within the darkness he couldn't see a thing but then he saw two little red spots right in front of his face. Even before he realized what it was a tongue was flicking out and touched his neck. It seemed to be searching for a pulsing artery. The boy tried to scream but exactly at that moment four fangs found their way into nis throat. Blood was flowing down his neck and filled his lungs. Gurgling he tried to call for help but his voice was too low. Within the next few minutes he wasn't moving but then he slowly stood up again. "Let's go back in", John said and licked his lips. "Yes, my master!"

Late at night John stood in front of Ashley's home, still trying to explain the happenings of this evening. "He was just afraid of me, I swear. It was just the typical reaction of someone who's talking big the first moment but when it gets serious he's peeing his pants." A few seconds of silence passed until she answered "Maybe it was like that. But he was looking so pale after you pulled him out, plus he was injured. Whatever you did, promise me you won't do it again." John nodded his head, knowing he won't be able to keep his promise. He would starve otherwise. Plus, he was well known for never keeping to his word. Silence overcame both of them as Ashley stepped into the house. For a short moment  they were looking at each other but then John turned and walked away. He was convinced she wouldn't let him in, neither this night nor some other time. He f**ked it up completely. He has given his prey the opportunity to live on without having aimed for that. But before he could curse himself for being so stupid some arms wrapped around his waist. As he tried to turn around Ashley pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips carefully. John felt like his moment has come and moved his lips slowly down to her neck. His fangs were already scratching her skin as a bottle hit his head and burst to pieces. Growling he turned and within the darkness he could see a man hiding behind a hedge. A smirk went over John's face as he realized this was a vampire hunter, he could tell by his equipment: a silver cross, holy water in bottles, garlic and some wooden and silver plugs. "Typical. He's convinced those clichées about vampires are real. Let's ruin his mood then", he whispered and stormed towards his opponent. Within a second he stood in front of the hunter, grasped for the garlic hanging around his neck and bit off a piece of it. Surprised the hunter stumbled backwards, holding the cross right in front of him to scare John away but he just smiled. Then, faster than he could see, John bowed down above him and bit his neck. In his last few seconds he screamed "Girl, are you a virgin?" Ashley was indignant at that question and he became panic. "Answer me!" Scared and perplexed she just nodded her head heavily and watched the scenario without being able to move. Fear flooded her body as she heard his larynx break. John stood up again and finished what his prey wasn't able to. "Run, because I am the virgin killer. That's what he was trying to tell you." An evil smile on his lips he came walking over to her. Ashley couldn't move nad she didn't even try to. She couldn't think clearly anymore and finally took a few steps towards John for he had already taken control over her body and mind. But then she said something he did not expect to hear from a victim. "Who are you really?" A surprised look in his eyes he answered "I have no name, but those who know me call me Shadow." Ending his sentence he raised his hand and rammed his fist right into her forehead. The punch was so heavy that he pierced the whole skull. Grinning he licked the blood off his hand and brought her body to his hideout to have a feast.

"...Late Night News with Terry Furter and Richard Coon. Tonight we will deal with a special and dramatic topic. A young woman called Ashley Johnson has been kidnapped and probably even killed this night. Neighbors saw the scenario as well as a yet unknown man who apparently has been bitten by some sort of grotesque animal. From what the police already revealed we can tell that this is definitely the signature of the virgin killer. But there is also one good thing about this happening. The parents of the missing girl gave the police the name of the man who has last been seen with their daughter. John Sanders, long black hair, light-brown eyes, age yet unknown. What is surprising though is that it is the same description and name that the make arrested this morning gave to the police. Judging by that there might have been discovered the real identity of the VK. But it has yet not been cleared wheth..." Shaking his head the vampire called Shadow switched off the TV. He had to get rid of the corpse before the police would show up. Easier said than done. Not knowing what to do he simply put the body into a garbage bag and carried it to a church nearby as quickly as possible, since he had no time to dispose of it correctly. The rest of the night he kept waiting for the police to come.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

wow this is a well written story, i really like it.

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Thankies ^___^ Too kind of you. I was about to simply throw it into the bin, thinking "What the f**k did i fabricate this time? Crap x 2?", mainly because of the following chapters O.o Nah, you'll see soon enough what awaits you *creepy evil laughter* Hope you won't be too disappointed but it will change the genre very soon XD Yeah, I'm evil, I know! Next chapter is coming either middle or end of the week, depending on when I finish typing it >_> ... <_<

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

That was coo'.

And for the record, your english ain't bad. You write better than the average American high school student.

Aww, thanks ^___^

lol, is that supposed to mean something? Did I improve compared to the stories I wrote one year ago? And don't worry, my english will f**k up chapter six and the interlude XD *spoilers around* MUHAHA.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

DarkHuntress:

Thankies ^___^ Too kind of you. I was about to simply throw it into the bin, thinking "What the f**k did i fabricate this time? Crap x 2?", mainly because of the following chapters O.o Nah, you'll see soon enough what awaits you *creepy evil laughter* Hope you won't be too disappointed but it will change the genre very soon XD Yeah, I'm evil, I know! Next chapter is coming either middle or end of the week, depending on when I finish typing it >_> ... <_<

You are to modest about your writing. You really are a good writer, so dont just label most of your work as crap.

Bring your worst i can take any Genre, plot twist, random killing of character, and any form of singing. Like i said before, bring you worst.

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