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I stroke the white horse I am riding lovingly before getting off.
we are currently at the river, the one called flowing souls. Such an eerie name for a beautiful river.
I move towards the bank, where the hands of the water caress the soft bosom of the land.
I feel the water rush forward and stop just in front of me, kissing the tips of my shoes.
I close my eyes and think of nothing but happiness.
The first time I went hunting with him, my jayjay. The feel of his hands on my body, the fire in his eyes when they roam over my body, that lust, that desire.
The way he laughs, the way he adores me, that is happiness.
Just then, I catch a weak scent of blood in the air. It is appetizing, my stomach churns and makes loud noises, and my legs take off of their own will in search of food.
There's blood everywhere. I am covered in blood. A man lay in front of me pale as ash, his hands clutching his neck, eyes bulged out in terror.
But I feel no guilt, none at all.
My eyes widen In pleasure. JayJay wouldn't approve of it, but this is what we are.
His ideas are Noble, but you can't deny your nature and still be you.
Humans have never denied their nature. They give in to their pleasures and cravings all the time. Animals are slaughtered for their satisfaction, as food. How is that any different from what I have just done?
I lick my fingers, enjoying the scent of the drying blood on them, he was truly a delicacy.
This part of me is a part he will never see, never.


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 After what felt like an eternity, I began to feel it, the cold, but it was just my heart that felt it. The other parts of me became numb, I didn't feel anything or hear anything or see anything, just the cold in my heart and the darkness, the black sea.
I didn't go inside it, I sat at the bank of the sea and listened to the silence of the water. I knew the thoughts of the black sea, I could feel its consciousness, its desires and fears, it feared me, so I sat and watched. Then a lady with white flowing hair approached me, she had on a white wedding dress, she was beautiful. She stood at the mouth of the sea, where the water kissed the land and she beckoned to me, but I didn't see her, I only saw the silence and the black sea.
"you have to accept me in" she says with a cocky voice.
"why"
"why? I am the power, I am the beauty, I am the awakened, you are nothing without me"
"you're wrong" I say, standing up and turning my back to her. I walk a little distance then stop,
"you're nothing but a restless voice who needs me to exist" and I was gone with the wind, back to where I belonged, back to the arms of my loving boyfriend and his best friend.

The Awakening

I feel a cold,freezing cold, I begin to shake, as I use my hands to search around me with my eyes closed, but instead of touching the covers, I touch an ice block(yes, an ice block). 


I quickly withdraw my hands and shiver, I open my eyes slowly, looking in the direction of the iced object. It has hands, beautiful, long and slender fingers, and it wore a black jacket. 


I move my eyes up to the face and freeze as I see the pair of eyes that are watching me back.


the man in front of me squeezes his face as if  he had just tasted something bitter,


I continue to scream, afraid to even break eye contact.


" You're giving me a headache,"  he says feeling displeased,


I immediately shut up. My brain is spinning, I try to think but fail, my sight becomes blurry, I can hear my heart beating in my ears.


"Are you about to pass out again," he asks mockingly, 


"I  thought you will be happy to see me." 


'you are dead' i scream in my mind 'you are fucking dead, how are you here or am I dead?'


I look around me subconsciously as I think this. I think he must have sensed my thoughts because he laughed at me loudly. The sudden noise startles me, and I move back on instinct and fall off the bed. Because I fell backward, I am supposed to hit my head but I support myself with my hands, my wrist twist, and I let out a shrill cry.


I am starting to get impatient with her, I agree I didn't exactly think this through, but it is no excuse for her to act this way.


I can see the fear in her eyes, she is trying hard to stop her self from crying out, she is evidently in severe pain, I reach out and try to carry her up, but she pushes backward on her butt, never once breaking eye contact with me.


 I frown and carry her forcefully, I lay her on the bed and inspect her wrist, it is swollen, I sigh and carry her out of the room. She doesn't struggle, she just stays stiffly in my arms looking paler every moment, and I thought I was supposed to be the dead guy here, I sigh again. This is going to be hard. 


I take her down the hall, into the kitchen, and set her down on a stool. I open the fridge in search of an ice pack but found none, I find a stale fish though, and I smile to myself. I turn and keep the fish on her wrist, she jerks up as if just waking up from a deep slumber and scrunches her nose, 


"Ewww, Micheal that's gross" she tries to shake her hands free but I hold her in place, 


I know I had a frown on my face, but deep down my heart was doing flips, the sound of her voice saying my name always did that to me, I try had to hold back a smile, as I inspect her wrist again.


Meeting with the dead