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It's not as easy as good and evil, chaos and order, right and wrong. The line is not as clear as it is portraied to be. Yes there is good and there is evil but what lies between them? What keeps the balance just that a balance? what keeps life and death in cheak?

There are those born of chaos and those born of order. There paths are basically laid out in front of them and are also easily walked because of this. They have no choose in the side of the line they are raised. But there are some that born to the balance. The balance of good and evil. They, haveing no predestened path, tip toe down the line and either pick a side perminently or switch sides with power.

I am one of these. These, for a lack of better words, Sierns of Balance. And this is the story I have to tell.

I lie asleep in my bed, dreaming morbid dreams of death and decay, when suddenly I awoke with a fright. I sit up in an unusually warm sweat with the smell of blood all around me and the taste in my mouth. Then diciding to go look in the mirror I get up. When I reach the mirror, I realise that it's not sweat at all. It's blood, dripping from my forehead, seeping out of my poors, and I wisper to myself "What the fuck". So I wash my face and rinse my mouth. Thinking nothing more of it, I return to my bed and go back to sleep.

The next day went as usual, exept for two things. One it seemed to drag on forever and two, I had a hunger. A hunger so strong I was bearly abile to control it. A hunger for blood. Everone I saw, I wanted to rip their throat open and drink every last drop of blood from there vains. But some how I was able to control it.

That night I found myself haveing the same melancholy dreams as before. This time I did not wake in a blood sweat but out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. I look up and see a beautiful young girl (I say young because she looked like she was in her late teens to early twenties). All I can do is look at her beauty. (Her hair was as black as the darkest midnight during a new moon yet with a crimson, almost blood red, tint. Her skin was deathly pale almost ivory white and looked unnaturally smooth. Her figure was, as was her face, some what slender and perfectly shaped. She was a figure of unequivical beauty. And she dressed as if from old england, during the time of muskets and pirates. She wore a black skirt that fell about her feet and a black courset with red trim and laceing. Then I cought her eyes. Her eyes were not human they were a blood red but I didn't think anything of it at the time). Then she spoke "Rise, and walk with me talk with me". Her vioce would of made the angles in heaven jelouse. And I did as I was told.

As we walk the streets and allies we talk (I should say she talked and I listened). This seemed to go on for hours. Then I ask "Were are we going?" She replies "To my home." "Were is that?" She points to a two story gothic style mansion, then we enter.

In her room she pushes me on her bed. Then with me lieing on my back she lies ontop of me. Then she leans down, kisses me on the lips then wispers in my ear "Do you love me?" And I say back "I don't even know your name" purpuslly avoding the question. Then She asks "Would you like to be with me for eternity?" Then with out thinking I answer "I would fallow you to the ends of the earth for eternity if it were possible." Then she leans down and kisses me on the lips again and then on the neck. All of a sudden it feels like two needles enter into my neck and I realise the truth. I move to scream but all that escapes is a gasp of pleasure. The fangs in my neck pierce the vain and her tung laps the blood up. It feels as though a toturios pleasure, a lovely pain. I never want it to end, but I wish her to stop. Then without warning it ends as quickly as it began. And as my eyes slowly close the last sight of her I see is her sliting her wrist and putting the bloody wound to my mouth. Then my vision goes black.