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Did nothing, and I plan to do nothing.

MUHAHAHAHAHAH!

Help me merow!

Woke up again today, and once again pain. I know this is not normal, but I don't feel like going to a doctor. They don't know their butt from a hole in the ground.

Got out of bed. It was 6am, sun was still not up yet. Silence. Cough Cough. Blood.

Went to the bathroom and washed the blood off my hands and mouth and looked in the mirror.

"Why are you always looking at me!"

So I punched the mirror repeatedly, and it finally broke and shattered all over the bathroom tile. My hand bleed profusely as I pulled out shards of glass from my knuckles. I gritted my teeth from the pain and took some steps backwards. blood. I screamed as the glass pierced my feet. As I was screaming in agony I heard the voice again. The room was spinning and it faded into darkness.

"And where do you think your going? You can't escape your fate"

"Leave me alone!"

"I won't leave you alone. I have a job to fulfill and so do you!

Now get off your butt and bring me some more victims!"

Thats when hands inside of the darkness grab me and carry me back to the surface, back to the light. I wake up and touch my face. my hands and feet are fine, but that pain in my chest always remains. I get up and sigh.

"I will never know death's sweet promise so it seems. He wont let me have it."

Woke up today, sore all over.

Don't want to do anything today.

Feeling sick.

Want to sleep more.

I'm bored.

If you want to rp send me a message.

Can I have yours?

Name: Ayame Karasami (Kittievamp is fine)

Age: ?? (20 in human years)

Sex: Female

Race: Neko Methuselah (very rare type)

Abilities: Transform, summon, elemental.

Weapons: My body and my blood are weapons. I can use my own blood to make my favorite weapons : Kira and Hakaisha (both astral swords; Killer and Destroyer)

Background: I comes from an ancient demonic race of Were-Tiger and Vampiric blood. Over the years I have become more blood thirst

Appearance: This can change at will, but I mostly have long silky red hair, right eye is a crimson red, left eye is a bone chilling blue.

Morning. Woke up to this miserable world yet again. Looked around and the sun was too bright for my eyes. Hand raises up to block the sun. "ah better get up I guess." Slowly got out of bed, feet touch the cold wood floor. Cough, cough. Blood in my hands. As I look at the blood I know its only a matter of time before my shadow takes me. Death follows me wherever I go. I close my eyes and walk out my room, down the hall and make a right into the bathroom. My hand turns on the cold water and I let it fill up all the way. I then stick my head into the water and let the coolness wash over me. Holding my breath I begin to think: {How long has this been going on will I ever find the escape from this pain?} My chest tightens from lack of air. I stay a moment longer, and then finally pull out gasping for air. {What the hell was I thinking?} I look at the mirror above my sink and look at the figure there. Sure enough it is never me. "What are you looking at!" The shadow just looks at me and points. It then goes on to tell me "KILL OR BE KILLED." Right that is the only way I can live....if someone else dies. Sigh. Cough Cough Cough. More blood yet again, all over my mirror now. I raise my hand and wipe my hand down the mirror. This time Two eyes look at me. My own. Red with hate. Lusting for blood of another to regain mine. I then close my eyes and think. {Blood. Must kill again it seems. I will live to kill and I will succeed. None will stand in my way!}

"Time To Kill"