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This is part of a story I've decided to write.



As I approach the Gates of Darkness, I wonder what brought me to this point. I think back through my life, attempting to find that pivotal moment that started me on this course. Ah yes, that's it. The first time I ever took a life. How different I was back then. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was walking down a street at night, that was the only time I felt peaceful. As I rounded the corner leading on to the road where I lived, I heard a noise. It sounded like a muffled yelp. I listened closely and I could hear someone whimpering, I realized it was coming from a house about four houses down. I knew the girl who lived there, I'd had a crush on her when I was younger and we were good friends now. I rushed to the house and busted down the door. I was horrified by the scene. There were two men there, one of them held her naked and bloody body, the other was collecting her valuables. I was nineteen and hot-headed, this pushed my temper over the edge. I rushed toward the one robbing her. Without difficulty I ripped his throat out. As I turned to go for the other I felt a sharp pain on my neck. "NO!" I screamed this word as a command, and ripped away from him. I had never felt so wrathful before, despite being severely wounded I managed to get a hold on the man. He tried to stab me with his knife, I grabbed his wrist and with a quick jerk made him slice his own throat. His blood splattered my face, I had never really tasted blood before, at this point I suddenly felt a lust for it. I drained as much as I could from him. When I came to my senses I went to check on her. With abated breath I felt for her pulse. She was still alive, but I would never be the same again.