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kara woke up with the sun that morning. She grouchily got up and put a satin nightgown on. She felt the soft, smooth fabric cling to her full figured frame. she walked barefooted down the narrow hallway toward the kitchen. the bright rays of the sun reflected off all the walls in the " morning bliss" way.

kara turned on the coffee pot and sat at the kitchen bar stools and reading yesturdays newspaper. finishing her crossword puzzle, she got up and poured herself a cup of hot, delicious coffee and turned on the radio on her regular rock station. halfway through a bon jovi song her heard somebody knock at the door. she looked at the clock whoch said 5:30 AM. she thought "its too early for anybody to stop by...what could they possibly want at this hour.?"

She got off the dar stool and made her way toward the door through the tiny hallway, stopping for a moment, half-way to her bedroom, to pick up a gun for protection. she looked through the little eyelet thing, and she saw it was a dark, tall, stranger. She cautiously opened the door a crack, only enough to let the barrel fit through, however holding it near her side, making shure the invador doesnt see what could be in store for him, a fate worse than death itself.

Kara asked, " who are you? what do u want"

the man answered, " i am jenson, niles sent me to get u, told me to tell u that there seems to be important business matters at the office that needs to be attended to as soon as possible."

kara opened the door a little more, showing the gun she had in her hand by her side, tensing up on the trigger. he seemed un-effected by it.

" niles also told me that i would most likely have my head blown off, but i didnt expect such a beauty to do that kind of dirty work." jenson said, raising one eyebrow looking her over in her satin nightgown that stopped just above mid-thigh. she felt naked and uncomfortable having his eyes search her like that. she quickly invited him in, offered him coffee and showed him to the living room.

she dashed upstairs to get into the shower. she heard him shuffling around downstairs, most likely searching for the remote to her tv, she guessed, or possibly he was searching for more weapons that she might have had kept around the house. she didnt trust jenson, he seems too smooth. niles wouldnt have had sent him to get her, she was shure. of course when he gets into his studies at the office, he seems to forget where the phone is and happens to send random people to get who ever he needed to help.

closing the door behind her, she striped and got in the warm shower, letting the water flow all over her body, soaking up all the relaxation she could. she would most likely need it later on to help niles with his project.

the project was on the history of Drakul. Or as the americans refer to it as "Dracula." why they called him this, she did not know. she was a key part in the research and experaments, she knew. she herself happened to be a desendant of his type, a vampire.

a while back, niles had been exploring the transylvanian territory, when he came across her lil mansion. she remembered how he trudged through the cemetary toward the house. nobody else had dared walked that far in all her "life." she had, along with many other vampires, lived in the ruins of vlad drakul's keep for dear survival.



(to be continued [ i spose]...)

anyways, now lets get to the present to where my infamous story started now that i've given u the, manditory, info.

i was enjoying my flames licking my melting and suffocating body when i felt a sudden breath taking bitter cold enveloping my body. that was the only time, is swear to you, the only instant in which i screamed in torment. it did not last long for after that moment, i was surrounded by more towers of flames. that lasted an entire fortnight before lucifer, my adoptive father, had better plans for my fate. after that short feeble time, he had forced me to sign a contract with the pen of black flame, i signed the parshment with utter pleasure as the flames devulged my body. i signed my soul over to my father. after that, he assigned me a teacher, formally known as the previous dark angel, called Gideon. Gideon had me forge my own wings and sith.

with in time, gideon taught me numourus amounts of information no mortal man can contain in his puny brain. shortly after, for i can absorb a great amount of information in a short timespan, i was able to move on with my training to be something great, a reaper of souls. then it was time for the meeting with the other higher beings, the medium- clarissa, and the One and only God. they, too, had forced me to sign the poisoned parshment, signing over my soul to bide them fairly and eaqually, for i was to become but a nobody that is a somebody. the pen was not like the other, it did not bring me comfort or pleasure. i was used to the darkness, and it was pure light and feather. the feather belonging to clarissa, and the light comming from the One.

the pen brought pain and anguish. my mentor, or in other words person-who-guides, Donovan, helped me to the cave in which i rest so i replenished for the rest of the night. i had more tests in the morning to overcome and learn from. Gideon also was preparing to have me practice more on withstanding light, for i needed to perfect that before i could reap the souls i was to take



later in the week, i had reaped my first soul. he was weak and fragile, barely a breath in him. donovan watched ammusingly. watched me take my sith and slit his body open, taking out the soul and storing it in the crystal, and giving the spirit to clarissa



( to be continued...again...)

once a pon a time, i was a well-known dictator in a mythical realm. I happened to be very wealthy and very successful at the time that i had lived, however i had been known for gambling. which was, by the way, my only flaw in my great design. i was the greatest dictator known to the mythical realm people. i had the most power known, i had numourus amounts of control, and i kept the people under my left wing. but people, the people i owed money to for , u geussed it, my gambling debt, enclosed me in a cottage and burnt it down with me inside it. little did they know i actually might enjoy it.