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Life is nothing but a death trap. If you are rich and beautiful or poor and ugly, you will die. However is that not what makes life so special. Knowing what little time, we have on earth we have to live it to the fullest. That may be the reason why the most horrible thing you can do to a person is to cut its life short. Revenge is the worst excuse of them all to kill someone. Nothing can justify the cruel and unnatural way of killing. I don’t care if you think its right, it’s wrong and if killing someone and doing it out of revenge is the most horrid thing you can ever possibly do… then I’m the most damned creature on earth.
However, I must say it felt great giving people what they deserved. The rapist, murders, and the … other people who do other bad stuff like that. Man, it was like a drug, my ultimate high. My family and I together and happy, giving it to those people who deserved it, those were the good old days, but now… Doc always said that if you dwell too much on the past, you will miss the future, and that’s ancient history.
It wasn’t always like that. There was a time in my life where I had no control; I had no say in any matter. When my family showed up it was like I was born again, and when I met Josh…There, I go again dwelling on the past.
People have called me a monster, vixen, vampire. Well you see I am all those things and more. I am a ‘DeGjhen’. This is everything that is nothing. I can be anyone one or anything, your next-door neighbor, your dog, a pocket. No one understands me besides my own kind, no one can catch me, and no one even knows I exist except the DeHunters. An old family that have been hunting us for a long time. Usually DeGjhen are dark, some would call Goths however I was born beautiful, shining, golden, what Kaydo would call a ‘perfect ten’. You could even go as far as to say … cheerleader. Therefore you could tell my dismay when I found my fate.
This will be the hardest thing I shall ever write. Time is against me and I should not be telling you this. You know the whole dwelling thing and how it‘s bad for you. I hope to teach mortals that our existence is only to help you. Not to destroy you as some would have you think. This whole thing is completely my fault no matter what Kaydo says. It’s all my fault.
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When I was six, I showed incredible talents that no five year old should have. Whenever I would touch someone, they would do what I said as if I had some kind of power over them.
My teacher Mrs. Deango started noticing one day that the children would do whatever I said and thought I was bullying everyone into submission. Naturally concerned she told my dad but she described it… a little bit differently than what she saw.
“I have seen your daughter openly mock and bully other students, why just last week she gave Tomas Phillip a black eye,” I stared her down wishing nothing more than to slit her throat. Tommy Phillip was a bully and just because his dad was on the school board and had control over the teachers jobs, none of the teachers do anything to him.
“All I said was that I wish he had a black eye to know what it felt like because I saw him hit Brandy Thompson.” I mumbled. My dad looked at me; understanding he wasn’t getting the full story, but the teacher ignored me and continued on her little rant about how I was an awful little girl.
Brandy told the teacher the teacher told her to get lost and to stop complaining. I felt bad for her because she was poor and everyone mocked her. When I saw Tommy picking on her and then eventually hitting her, I told Tommy that he was a poop head and that I wished that he would give himself a black eye to know how it felt, then I poked him and he got glassy eyed and hit himself in the eye. Lots of screaming and crying, it was all very annoying.
“Your daughter is completely out of control, I can not allow this to continue.” My dad looked at me and smiled reassuringly.
“Well, sweetheart what’s your version of the story?”
“This child is nothing but a liar you cannot trust…” My dad cut her off, suddenly jumping up and shouting
“SHE IS MY DAUGHTER AND I TRUST HER WITH ALL MY BEING!” The teacher opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something then shut it again looking very flustered. I smiled her pain was delicious to see. It quickly diminished when my father turned to look at me. My dad looked at me with a smile that said he knew teacher was lying and that he would trust my story no matter how stupid.
“Sweetheart, what’s your version of the story?” I looked at him straight in the eye. I didn’t want to be called a liar, nor did I want him to think I was a freak of nature. What would you do if your father asked you to explain why everyone you touched did what you said?
“Well, I don’t know.” I said timidly. I won’t lie to you, my dad was scary. I don’t care how much he trusted me no way was he going to believe me. My teacher scoffed but was silent when my dad looked at her.
“Well tell me then why do you think your teacher brought me to talk to her today.”
“Well, some weird things happened at school and I can’t explain them. Besides you wouldn‘t believe me if I told you and….”
“You feel like an outcast and when you touch people they do and say things you want them to.” I looked up at my dad shocked.
“Well, yeah that explains it.” I chuckled nervously. “How did you know?” I asked confused by the ease he was taking this.
He just sighed deeply as if it hurt him to hear my words.
“Thank you Mrs. Deango for your time, do not fear I shall talk to my daughter about this matter when we get home.”
“But I really think…” She started.
“Goodnight.” My father said sternly. He turned and started to walk away when Mrs. Deango had decided she had had enough.
“Now just what a darn minute,” She wasn’t big on cursing, that was cursing to her, “I think …”
“Mrs. Deango do not tempt me to annihilate you because I am a soulless creature and will have no knowledge of your death on my mind among the other voices of pain and discomfort I have caused over the three hundred some years I have walked this earth.”
I didn’t know at that time if any of that was true but it took affect. Mrs. Deango backed off. I never forgot my father’s words that day, I never forgot the day I became home schooled, and I never forgot the look on Mrs. Deangos’ face when my father sucked out her eternal soul after she refused to take his advice. No, I do not think I will ever forget the screams.