I still had a hard time shaking the memories of HIM and remembering he was a bastard and a monster. Even now, I can remember his lips on mine as he said I needed to leave. I knew his secret all along and then...

I bit my lip hard and punched the top of my vanity. The table shook and the mirror cracked. I looked to the mirror and glared; the picture strip with HIM was still there. I never seem to remember to remove it once I finish my routine. His pale arm was wrapped around my waist as he leaned down and kissed me. The one after I was hugging onto him; his black hair tucked into a black and white pinstriped fedora with a cross and skull and a red ribbon. He had on a red and black shirt with latin writing and a cross; an opened Lip Service short sleeve button up with zipper pockets and studs over the collar points and shoulders. Finally his damaged black skinny jeans and combat boots. The last one was us kissing with more passion. Our hands gently caressing each other's cheek. Even though there was Janis... he gave up on her and moved on to me.

Those days were so much fun, Mortis and I were always together... until that day. The day he decided to kill everyone and leave me. All my other friends, teachers, everyone at that dance were cut to pieces. I cried so much and almost considered killing myself. Thankfully my mom moved us away and had me start over in a new town.

I opened a drawer and pulled out the red and white carton. Opening the top, I pulled out the last cigarette inside and crumpled its little box. "Gotta go buy new stoggies soon." I lit the small object and placed it on my bare lips. Thinking of him made me feel dead inside. I inhaled deep, the smoke flooding my lungs, then blew it out. I suppose that's why I took THIS path.

The cig hung from my lips as I looked in the mirror and started to apply eyeliner to my eyes; black of course. Once they were lined thickly on top and thin on bottom i grabbed gray and black eye shadow and began to blend them onto my eye lids. Once done I sat back to finish of my cancer stick before adding my onyx lipstick.

I rubbed my lips together and perked my brow. "Looks good Raven." I said to the mirror and grabbed a hair tie, pulling back my hair I walked over to my closet; taking off my pajamas. I grabbed a palin black bra; situating it and covering it with a black tank top and thigh length leather jacket. I removed my pajama bottoms and put on black but manueverable skinny jeans and socks. I walked out my room and to the entry way. I laced up my combat boots and grabbed my keys from the rack.

I swiftly walked into my kitchen and took out some bread and fired up the stove top. I got two eggs, shredded cheddar cheese and started working on my toasted breakfast sandwich. I poured myself some coffee as my eggs fried and popped the dask liquid into the microwave. I set to 2 minutes and damn near finished cooking once the alarm went off. I took a bite out of my food and took the coffee out of the microwave.

I sat at my small table and looked to the newspaper I left sitting out... right. Murders going on in back alleys... sounds a bit more like a vampire than a psychopath.

I finished my breakfast and walked to my storage room; right off from my livingroom. Once in I found my password keypad and punch in the number sequence. Access verified; I walked into the room I had worked hard to build for three years, I mean fuck! Everyone questions why a girl is working up to save money to be reinforced steel walls... it's kind hard to say "so I can have a secure gun vault."...

I grabbed my bag off the work bench; loading it with a few blessed silver crosses and UVL bombs. Lastly I stopped before my new best friends; cold, hard, anti-vampire guns. I grabbed a rifle with a bayonette and multiple hand guns. I grabbed my thigh, waist, and shoulder gun holsters and loaded the hand guns after assuring the saftey was on. I place the rifle in my duffle bag and walked over to my wall of swords; specially crafter anti- supernatural blades modelled after many different culture's swords. I grabbed my dual swords, a ninjato, a katana, and two kopesh.

Pleased with how I was armed I left my own personal armory and walked out the door; resealing it I left my home and into the cold night air.

"Time to kill some vampires."