Well, might as well keep going...

[Anonymous]

Trevor's emotions were in shock from having none or very little pain for so long then so much at once. He couldn't control the feeding of himself for the emotions. Everything this man was doing his body was feeding off it and he couldn't stop. Trevor felt himself grow stronger as the guy was cutting his insides. How? He didn't know, but he was. The feeding was making him so strong even though most likly he was going to die from all the bleeding. He didn't know whether to let the man kill him or live and die of loss of blood.

 Love Trevor said aloud not realizing it. If he feels not Pain then what of Love? It fluttered through his mind. Trevor himself never felt love and so he only relied on pain and hurt. But what if he was loved when he was little? what if his family helped him instead of driving him away? It was too late for Trevor now, or atleast he thought.

Just then Trevor could feel him removed one of the gaggers and put it to his heart. Trevor need was forfilled with the Pain from his own body, now what was left? Was he suppose to feel more pain? How strong could this Pain make me? His mind was racing as things about him began to disappear. Questions of his killer came to mind. How could he feel no Pain? If he felt no pain does this mean he felt Love?

Just as the man began to bush down on the dagger, Trevor grabbed the blade of it using his new strength he gained from his pain. I have a queston? It was so hard for him to speak but he had to know, he needed too know. You ever felt Love? Trevor's breathing was getting intense as the pain increasing his strength he began pull the dagger away to hear the man's answer. All he could do was stair at the man. What does it feel like? He pryed out. He never asked to be born, he never asked to die, and he never asked to live this life, so Why was he born cursed to this.

[Anonymous]

Zek was revelling in only one thing at this time. The satisfaction of the kill. Even if the man stopped the dagger from piercing his heart, he would still bleed out from the rather large wounds his daggers had caused. Maybe he had felt slightly sorry for this man, so he wanted to speed up the death so that he would no longer have to feel.

The man spoke words to Zek but he heard nothing. They were just empty words, trying to stall the inevitable. There was no stalling this, Death was practically standing beside them, waiting, watching, wanting. It was going to happen. It was going to come about.

"Whelp, I've nothing to say to you." Zek said harshly, once more Zek pushed hard with his strength. Oh yeah, this was going through the ribcage for sure. This was going to end the poor being's existence. Maybe he could add this kill to his list, after all, this man was resisting and fighting going to the final sending. Ah, good, he could increase the list of his kills then couldn't he?

"Now accept the hand that fate has dealt you!" With all of the strength his vampire powers could muster at this time, Zek pushed, and he pushed hard. Could the man fight the strength of a vampire? Could he fight against having the dagger shoved into his heart? Would it just be like pushing through water instead, little resistance and then nothing? Ah, only the next second would tell now wouldn't it?

[Anonymous]

Trevor hated how he wouldn't even answer his question's and he was feeding again off his own hate. So much strength in her his body was toughening by the second. He felt unreconizible to his own body. It was new, strong, and lustful more then ever for pain while he inside was old, week, and longing to know of things he had not. Either way the Vampire's strength was great but with his new strength he was just as strong maybe even stronger after all the dagger was slicing his hand and now it was no longer slicing it. He could stand the blade. Trevor tried to speak but blood was leaking through his mouth. He stood another deep breath and tear fell as he forced the words.

You cared for the girl, do you not Love? Pain was sharp through his body and his body feed of it. I just want to know what it is... Trevor keep pushing throug hthe dagger was lifting little by little off his stomach and Trevor took the other dagger out of his body. He was becomming to strong for his mind and emotions to handle. Tell me and let me bleed to death knowing why noone ever loved me.

[Anonymous]

There was no strength to combat a vampire. Well...giants perhaps and some other rather interesting characters but he had never met a mortal human he couldn't kill for that matter. The man was pushing up against the dagger, and Zek simply pressed it down harder toward the man's chest. There was no way he would get out this one. Not when he shifted his weight more to the dagger now. His life will end, there was no question about this apparently.

"I do not love." Zek told him, his eyes glaring at the man beneath him as he just kept talking to him. It was hard to say what exactly was going on with this man, and there were probably things that he could say at this point. Zek wasn't sure he cared to answer the man though, because it was not worth it was it?

"I don't know you, I cannot answer that question. Now please go in peace friend. Let Death take you." Zek pushed harder now, trying to bring his entire vampire strength into this equation. He was going to end this, and he was going to end it now. He could always go for the large holes in the man's sides and start ripping out bones and organs...Hm. That would be something he could try next. Yes. Disembowelment would work for him.

[Anonymous]

*No there is no such thing as love, there's only pain for us.* Although Trevor said it loudly to the vampire it probably only sounded like garguling.

Blood spewed from his mouth with those last words. he couldn't hold on to the blade any longer, nor did he care to live anymore. He couldn't handle the Vampires strength even if he felt more pain to boast him. No he was nothing. He wasn't strong enough. His mind flooded back to all the little girls he had raped in the past and how much of their pain he enjoyed. Memories flooded his mind as he gave up on the world. No one could save him from what he was no one could be trueely safe with him around. No noone!

Trevor let go of the lade bas it the vampire plunged it through his heart. One last Gasp for air. One last thought of pain leaving his mind. It didn't kill him instintly, Trevor rose his right arm and curved his hand hitting the blade as hard as he could into his heart to help the Vampire and held it there. It didn't take long for everything to go dark. No white light did he see, just the blackness flooding him. His breathing got lighter and lighter to their was no breath to take and his right left the blade and hit the ground. He was dead their was no doubt.

[Anonymous]

Was he listening to what the man said? Not in the least. Zek had loved in the past, his sister for one had touched his heart after all. However, he hadn't seen his sister in...he couldn't remember how long it had been. That didn't matter at this time. What mattered though was watching this pitiful creature dying. Ah, he loved watching people die. His death had been sudden, quick, incredibly painful but still quick. This man was getting a similar sort of death, except less pain for that matter.

With all said and done Zek slowly pulled his daggers free from the man and watched the body carefully. Hm. Best to make sure he was dead aye? With daggers to the throat, he began to cut, and he cut well, slicing the head off within seconds. A trophy perhaps. As long as he had the head, complete with the brain and everything. The head was always good to keep with him. Zek shoved the head into the expanding satchel at his side, letting it disappear into the pocket of space. This was excellent wasn't it? He liked it so. Now...to pray.

"Gods above hear my prayers. Send the soul of this sinner to heaven or to hell, where ever he so desired. Give him the peace he finally desired, and let this be the Final Death. Oh Gods, deliver his soul to the Resting Place, and may it be done." Zek slowly stood up and rolled his head around on his shoulders, limbering up once more as he felt quite stiff.

"Oh...that's right. There's some one else here!" Zek blinked several times as he slowly turned his attention toward the woman who had been assaulted, the reason that he was here after all. The woman had stayed rather quiet the whole ordeal, and he wondered if she was alright for that matter. This must have been pretty shaking...

[Anonymous]

(( Yaaay! it sucks! 8D ))

Deep breaths. Deep slow breaths. Sharlee hugged Dorshe close, a strip of her skirt tied tightly around his neck so it stopped bleeding the acid. She had seen it, she had just seen someone get killed. Deep breaths. Wide blue eyes on the verge of sobbing, fat droplets of tears hanging on her eyelashes and a cooing puppy-dragon on her chest. The elf princess had never seen so much blood in her life. She had heard it, had tried to cover her hears but nothing stopped the words. She’d never forget this night! Then again, she was happy that man ‘saved her’ but what would she have to do as payment? Swallowing, she looked at him, she was doomed, and he was looking at her. Slowly she scooted backwards, her bottom still on the ground, her dragon clutched to her dress and her dress down and held firmly under her feet.

Quickly she stood up and backed up from him, staring at him. Her elvin eyes seeing him perfectly even though it was dark (and even if it isn’t dark, it is now) and her ears could hear the wind blow through the leaves. Slowly backing up, each step with her slipperd feet a attempt to be quiet. He had killed someone ruthlessly letting more than a little blood drip and soil the once clean forest floor and now he was staring at her. Would he cut off her head and stuff it in his bag too? Sharlee swallowed, and held Dorshe to her chest. “Are you going to kill me?� Her bottom lip was red from her chewing on it so she wouldn’t scream or make any other funny loud noises.

He was going to kill her, or finish off where that man started. The one without the head, bleeding on the ground.  Large blue eyes stared at the leaves on the ground, Dorshe tucked his head under his chin, cooing still, the cut on his neck was fine, and was slowly healing.  So, Sharlee stood there, her long hair unbowed and wavy, her eyes wide and she herself was on the verge of breaking down into tears.