The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

The light of the full moon cast weary outlines inside the window of a young girl. The dark shadows seem to dance on her wallpaper like savages around a bonfire. Branches scrape against the aperture, extending in a fashion similar to the bony fingers of a skeleton, and the wind laughs as it flows through the leaves of the trees. She trembles and shakes beneath the thick quilt that her grandmother made for her when she was a child; such a simple time it was to be a child, such wonderful imagination and frivolous activity. How long ago that time seems to her. Tears flow from her hazel eyes like raindrops from the sky, never ending, always present. Blood runs down the cuts on her wrist and pools into a puddle of red, turning her white cotton sheets the color of the sorrow she feels. She bites her lip as she pushes a blood stained knife against an unharmed piece of flesh on her wrist. A little deeper this time. She needs to end her life. She must end this pain and heartache before it consumes her and she evolves into those she hates. Death is welcome. A little deeper. This is it. The end. She needs this. She deserves this. I deserve this. Branches scrape against the aperture, extending in a fashion similar to the bony fingers of a skeleton, reaching out to take her soul...reaching out to take my life.