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November 4th, 2011- One Week After Siring

Vasik bursted through the front door of his hideout- a small, abandoned shop with boarded-up windows letting the quiet snow accumulate on the floors. The nearly empty bottle of jack slipped from his weak, unmotivated fingers crashing at his feet. His shoulders were slouched, his face down, a body expression of near defeat.
Complimentary song: Lilium from Elfen Lied
He walked in to the playing of his music box. Did he wind it? Did someone else wind it? Was he imagining it?
A distant female voice sang in his head like an angel, cradling him in the cold, still night. The wind whispered through his hair.
He slumped his way to the couch and collapsed before he could make it, landing partially on the long, splintered coffee table covered in blood stains, razors, and parchment paper blowing in the wind. A bottle of ink tumbled across some of the fluttering papers dissolving the evidence like liquid on butterfly wings, forever staining the delicate texts.
He faced the boarded window as the black liquid engulfed his white sleeve like a growing shadow. A small exhale followed a tear down the cold cheek as a small word entered the lonely atmosphere...
Scratch...
His eyes submitted to slumber.
These are the papers that lay on that very table, the documentation of the loss of his sanity.

(Ink and blood is splattered across these documents. More complimentary music: http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=T ... re=related )

November 5th, 2011.
Vasik awoke with his hand tied to a 3-inch journal with primitive, scratchy twine. The cover was etched in with the words "READ THIS" with the calligraphy pen to its side. He had no memory of what had happened and was confused as to how he ended up with a novel attached to him. In quite a nasty stupor, he unraveled the string and opened to the first page, still laying on the couch, holding the book above his head, distinguishing the hectic handwriting with his squinted, darkened eyes.

I keep forgetting what happens all of the time. I don't know how I got here. My body is cold and my heart is weak. I am aware that it no longer beats, but it still feels heavy in my dead chest.
I know he's taken over. I know you've taken over. Get out of me. Now.
I know you wouldn't want this book to survive. You want to be independent. I know you want to kill me. I know you want to get rid of me, but you can't. I bet it's aggravating, isn't it? Can't get rid of her either, can you? I hope she kills us. I'd like to take you down to hell with me.

Vasik's eyebrows turned down in anger, following a grimace of disgust and a growl, flashing the bright canines in the darkened world around him.

I know you'll burn this. But know this. I'll make your life a hell for you like you have for me.
I've hidden messages around this house. No matter where you go I'll follow you.

Tsk, empty threats, he thought. Let the challenge begin...

Vasik cringed with his last breath and sank into the shadows through the ground, his spirit's soul still laughing, echoing in the atmosphere...

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His breath was nonexistant, but his soul felt like he was still attached to that flow of air, matter that lacked form in the world underground. Bright flashes went across his memory. Screams and blood. His hand out to protect him, blood gushing to his face. Several faces taunting him as he chuckled. He shivered at his own laugh in the memory. Blood, so much blood flowing from a body without a pulse.
Head bent back, breath escaping, extacy, the slow touch of mortality, the cold numbness starting from his toes and fingers to his heart. Muffled gunshots got louder and louder in his mind. Then...

*BANG*


AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!!!


Pain. Pain personified in a scream that could not be heard. The echo was not carried into the world. Black, everything black. All he could do was scream and cry, scream and cry out into the nothingness.

****! WH-WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!!

He looked to his hands... black. he could feel them, but there was nothing.

Am I... dead? Oh God... I'm dead... why... How could he...

You'll make my life a hell, will you? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Little *****...

No...no please... God let it not be true...


Maybe you'll find your little friends down here, see how welcomed you'll be... hehe...

Oh God no...

Yes...

I can't... I cant do this anymore.. I can't go on...

********. We can get out of this. You've already gone crazy once- you don't want to become a wraith, do you? We are destined for greatness you and I. Plus, you know that she belongs down here instead of us. Let's send her a deportation ticket, neh?

You stay the **** away from her..., he snarled.

He looked up into the sky, or whatever the blackness above was...

Why... why God... why?

No tears in the shadow realm... just despair.

Blood. Pain. Trudging this forsaken land. Fate. It is fate. Karma? Maybe from a past life... So much pain. No one to help me. So alone...

He went through the scenarios in his mind. His other self sent so many beautiful women to die who would be sure to exact revenge... He had no idea of how the underworld worked.

What can they do to me? Can they capture me and torture me for eternity? Would they cut out my tongue and claw off my balls? I would if I were me.
Maybe the physical... or spiritual pain I suppose... would take the pain from my heart.

Blood on the foreign ground... Drip... drip... drip... Maybe I can find her. I could come looking for her. Is she here? My love...
The glimmer of hope brought an overwhelming power.
I would spend an eternity in Hell for you...


Drip... drip...

He collapsed.

Out of energy, eh? And not one step closer to getting out. Can't use the access points without getting that anima, so get off your *** and find some!

............No.

Fine... I'll do it myself.

Weak knees buckled, he grasped his splintered skull in his hands and wailed. The struggle began with a choking sound, then grew to a scream, then a roar...

Ga.. ..ah... ah! ****! ah! Ahh... nn-n-no! You can't... do this... to...
I win!
Damn, can't move...

Damnit!

Hehehe... aww, little Orpheus wants to find his girl? Too bad. **** this **** I'm getting out. Gah! Can't... move...

Told you so.

Shut the **** up. We'll rest for now then I'll get us out of here tomorrow.

Yeah, I'll wait here while you deal with the exes...

N...nn...nugh... ugh these wounds... how can they still hurt here? ugh...

Don't ask me.

It was rhetorical, dumbass.

Drip... drip... drip...

Well, see you later.
He crawls into the abyss of his mind, keeping to himself and his despair, hoping to affect his parasite on the outside shell with the shared loneliness.

...

What is matter in the spirit world? The blood... it drips... but does it have a sound? All is quiet in the world. Quiet and intoxicating with slumbers and fears.

[[OOC]] NOTE: Both Celestia Lunae and Vasik belong to me/the same person. During the contest for Christmas and role play, these posts will not count as role-playing with another person (because... well... it's me, duh)- therefore I will be posting everything on this account but it will be verified here visually via the other account. You'll see what I mean- less confusing than it may seem...

No... but... but... it was for him...

Eyes closed... everything black...

What a foolish little girl... trying to rescue your undying love from the bounty they placed on themselves from carelessness? Tried to appease his spirit? Your undying love made him dead, ha.

She spoke to herself for hours while trying to fumble her way in the darkness, widening her eyes thinking they'll let in some light and stretching her hands out like a blind child, unknowing that these techniques were useless. There was something enchanting about this place to her... something... familiar...

So this is what it's like to be dead...

A light grew near as she walked. It was such a faint glow, but actually that of darkness, however a light in the nothingness. The wraith hissed knowing Celestia's instinctual intentions and wisped away.

Calm, collected, and motivated, she continued on. A brighter light this time, but a smaller one, grew before her. A spirit. She grew nearer and nearer, leaned over the being, tucked her head down over the spectral mass, and absorbed its essence, like sucking blood and inhaling at the same time, savoring the taste of life in her cold body.
She found another spirit and continued on, feeling very assured and set on her goal. She must continue on.
Until, that is, she hit an impassible wall.

Strange...

She turned around at a different degree to cover some new grounds. To keep her sanity and her company, she began to sing... a forsaken, delicate bird in an ocean of emptiness.

Then, she collapsed. She didn't know her own energy here. It was a different place, a place that sucked your every being away from you. Energy was stolen like her love was from the boy.

She curled up on the ground and continued to sing...

[[OOC]]: Account-switch verified. Hello again- same person. Just FYI.

I hear her… How did she end up here? No… she doesn’t deserve being here. Please… let me be crazy. Let me hear her bird-song from my memories…

Hm? I hear your whispering thoughts, you know. What’s this about crazy birds?

Can I have no peace? Can I not just cease to exist? Death and life are too unbearable.

Ah, suck it up pussy. I got us the anima, we just need to find the access point. If you don’t tell me what’s up, I’ll sleep. I’m tired.

I’d rather take over than that.

I guess it was important then, huh? Well, I hope you enjoy getting back to the real world by yourself. Alone.

Maybe then I’ll know peace, but how can I trust someone like you?

I am you. Can't trust yourself is what you're thinking. Think about that. Isn't it charming? Either way, you’re not as stupid as I thought you were, Romeo. So... 'night.

He let out a sigh and with minimal willpower, the captive boy crawled on, meditating to think of nothing related to her to protect her. He must be quiet, for he feared others would seek vengeance down here on him instead of the one inside. No matter. He didn’t give a **** anymore. He wasn’t sure what made him keep going. Perhaps it was protecting her from him. That was it. That was worth crawling for.

His eyes were getting adjusted to the surroundings. He could faintly make out the darkish grey silhouettes of buildings, dark and misshapen, instead of walking with his arms out like a blind man so tireless. He came across his home… the abandoned shop he always returned to. He walked inside the door, broken down off the hinges, glass all over the floor, so many notes of his thoughts pasted on every inch of wall. It was too dark to read them legibly, but he knew that they were from himself.

Why not stay here forever?

He collapsed on the couch, face down, body spread out. He looked to the windows, the boards being smashed and broken. So little willpower…

Could there be a death in death? He entertained the idea. He felt like he was nearly there, and he wished for it… absolute death… nonexistence...

Then, a presence from behind woke him from his thoughts. He sat up and looked behind the couch.
The counter behind the register in the back had a dark creature behind it- a wraith. His privacy was always occupied and violated. He would not have a moment’s rest. With a territorial shriek, the wraith stood its ground and urged the “intruder” to leave. The powerless boy stood up, walked out the doorway, and out of habit tried to close the door that was no longer there. With sorrow in his heart, he departed without a word.

Curled up in her restful slumber, she felt a lingering feeling over her. The presence of something silent. Something… ominous. A stalking, watchful, hungry presence.

Gah… ahh! No… nn… Please… ah…

It was a violating feeling. The stealing of life after death is so painful, not only in the body or soul but in the mind and will.

She’ll have to start once more, except now she felt more alone than before. She could feel it. She felt like something cherished to her was no longer with her where she was…



He had found some sort of strange, empty building filled with nothing but chairs. It was a magnificent train station which magnificence was only to be beheld by him. He wanted to go to nowhere. He wanted to escape. As in a dream, some instinct told him to get on the train, because it was a good thing and something will happen. Something he wasn't sure of, but it would get him somewhere. The trains were running, but all was silent.

He made his way downstairs below ground to one of the railways. There was only a single subway, whose doors were open and inviting. Still with slumped shoulders, he shuffled his feet to the entrance, put his effort into his legs and bounded across the small six inches that separated the platform from the train. He found a seat... and just sat there.
Waiting.

Then... the train started moving, without a sound.
He could make out the town very slightly, more like dark grey blurrs with small, very darkish-light tints he made out to be spirits. He didn't care that it made no sense that he was once underground and he was now above ground. He had no spare energy for logic or thinking.

He was just glad to be quiet and alone, moving without effort towards something he felt was better.
Things grew lighter around him.
And lighter...
and lighter...
and lighter...

And then...