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Subject: ..::Join Me In Remaking This World::..


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Date Posted: 12:39:07 01/14/03 Tue



/She looks around her apartment, bored, and sighs. What was she to do? She surely couldn't just go about and slay every vamp she knew of. She had to have reason to do so. She thought back to around 5000 years ago, she was in a monastary with the two that were supposed to be her mother, the human, and her father, the vampire. The day was supposed to be a happy one, her father finally pledging himself to someone. But instead he killed her mother with a katana, her blood dried into the blade and gave it the power of ice, somehow. When she was dead, he threw the blade down and rejoiced in his power. Serenity, enraged, picked up the katana from the ground, and slayed her own father with it. Such a beast did not deserve to live in this dimension. There she sat, the blood of both her parents stained the blade, but she only pitied the death of her mother, for she was innocent. Serenity shook her head to bring her back to the present. As she looked around her apartment again, she noticed that her hand was clutched around the hilt of her katana. She knew that she did not conciously put her hand there, for those memories had such an impact on her. She then sighed again and sat down on her couch. She leaned forward and buried her face in her hands. Why did such cruelty have to exist?/


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