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[NightShade]

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Deep in her trance of meditation, Shade flowed thru the nothingness like a silky black ink, interweaving and connecting with the fabric of this realm blocking out the pinpricks of light that dared enter…

So the nothingness of death was thankful for this dark soul and allowed it free travel thru its halls bringing new knowledge to her so that she began to understand concepts and theories far beyond what she could understand before….

She desired many things, power, pleasure, pain. It was all of what drove her, it was her ambition, her dream to become one with it, to cast aside her vampires hunger, to let go of her weaknesses, and cast aside her last few bits of mortality. She longed to feel nothing but the grace of this dark power, to revel in her own selfish and hedonistic ways. To be consumed by darkness and embraced again by death as its child.

Her dolls had truly been a gift, a treasure that empowered her to become a unique entity set apart from the many drones of her time that roamed the graveyrads, and she had hidden her apprenticeship so that she could study in peace, the scholar and the warrior she had become turning slowly into a perfect blend. She had grown silently stronger while the children of light slept, casting and perfecting her skills.

Yet there was great folly in her, a great reckless nature, her next step was to conquer such to grow within, to finally cling to wisdom instead of strength. She watched her teacher with dark eyes her love of necromancy one of the few things that was real in her, he taught her things that would make mortal flesh crawl but only drove her deeper into a frenzy of thirst, her knew found thirst for knowledge.

This was her greatest folly, this and her curious, reckless nature, brought about a great cataclysm of swelling arrogance. Even those who are one with death, can fall in their growing arrogance.

She had attempted a spell of light experimenting in the theory that she herself could weild even their own spells against them, that she could twist what was good into something unwholesome and unnatural.. Did she ask for guidance in this, no, she had always rushed head long into her ideas some working well and others causing great reprocussions.

It was this that brought the anger of the darkness upon her in her betrayal of spells, using a light spell in its own domain ripping asunder all it had built in her, and the light grew with a frenzy of thirst to conquer the darkness, greyness resulted for a split second and then in a protective measure the darkness expelled the fury of the light and it reined down upon the body of this young necromancer causing pain at an alarming level tearing the darkness housed within her asunder allowing a soft ray of light within her….

Days past and small changes began to grow, her worry with it to. She tried many things to expel the new feelings she felt within her, and she hid her sudden newfound conscience…

Yet the shift in her could not be hidden forever..the light began to grow and Shade feared that even as tried to compensate for these repulsive feelings by becoming more viscious and heartless than before, that she was slowly loosing herself…

Death hide me, what have I done...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Xandria]

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Xandria held the man in her arms, watching the light slowly fade out of him as the bottle she held began to change colors. Why pink? she thought, then shrugged, dismissing the random thought from her mind. She began to move her shoulder, feeling tense again, not knowing why. She smiled as the man in her arms closed his eyes, his breath becoming more shallow as each moment passed. As he looked at her, his eyes pleeding for mercy, Xandria suddenly went numb. What have I done? she heard whisper through her mind, unseeing. "What?" she replied in shock, loosening her hold for a split second. He took advantage of the brief moment shock, and pushed himself out of Xandria's hands, falling to the floor. Looking down at the him, she grinned she watched as he tried to get away from her, his strong, muscular body too weak to move. "Ah, you want freedom, hon?" she asked, then smiled slowly as she watched the earth close over him, burying his silent screams of horror. Too bad, she thought, walking away from the mound. Then, looking at the pink bottle in her hand, she shook her head, remembering the question that had brought a chill to her soul. "Nightshade, what did you do this time?" she asked the air, grumbing as she walked back to the inn.

[NightShade]

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The clock on the wall chimed softly it was hardly ever noticed it never had held much importance for her. A symbol of mortality it spent the day and night in wasteful effort bringing hourly reminders of each mortals impending death. This Shade found an irony, that one would want to count down their own death and she had kept a clock only because the gentle chiming made her laugh each time she heard it.

Today, was the clocks moment of importance, as it hung nonchalantly on the wall chiming the morning hour. Shades bright green eyes opened in surprise to receive the mornings light. Rays of sunlight streamed in the window and bathed the disheveled vampire in its own toxicity and she scowled at herself for leaving the curtains open. Yet she stretched lazily and found herself loath to move from the suns gentle hands as it roamed over her, and she soon recognized that this was indeed an unwholesome thought.

With great speed she flew out of the bed and slammed the curtains closed chastising herself for her folly. This was not right, light had always been harsh, unyielding, never her friend. Darkness had always claimed her as a faithful lover, and kept her safely enfolded in its ebony arms. Something was wrong she should not be awake now nor longing to once more feel the warmth of the sun on her naked back, these were pleasures she had always despised and had long ago cast aside.

Her natural thirst began to grow the thought of blood upon her lips and this brought a profound sense relief to her in its normalcy, and she decided that she would have to bare the light to eat, and hastily dressed. Rushing from her home she took down the first lonely traveler she sencountered and welcomed the tired looking woman into the restful nothingness of death. Satiated, she stared down at the smooth face of the dead woman woman and a feeling began to grow inside her,; one that caused her to break into a panicked run to escape it.

Entering her home she closed the door loudly, leaning against it and pressing her head to the door. She had a strong sense of guilt for slaughtering the woman. Long quieted thoughts rose unbidden in her mind and a newfound concern for the loss the womans family would now suffer because of her. Shade became distinctly worried that there might now even be children missing their mother. This feeling made her sick and she felt as if she might vomit though she still longed to return and pull the bloody corpse into her arms and cradle the fallen victim. To do that which she could not, breathe life once more into her victims dead pale cheeks.

What would become of her? Her mind swirling with questions, what was to be taken from her next, if she could not enjoy the great pleasure she had always received from killing? She resolved to keep these growing emotions silent, these unwelcome urges hidden, she would tell no one. That resolve brought about a strong feeling of despair and a bloody tear rolled down her face she wiped it angrily away, maybe all of this would just go away in time….

Yet terror broke thru as she knew that something was not right and a sob choked her throat leading her into a fit of tears, once more she wished Xandria was at her side, she would know what to do, she would help her… Xandy, she cried softly, Where are you? I need you, somethings wrong with me.

The clock on the wall chimed in softly laughing at her tears and tracking the minutes relentlessly. Shade stared up at it angrily grabbing an axe and smashing it, the echoes of wood splintering reaching the deepest parts of her dwelling. She could bare that clock no more..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...