Pyscho, Loving It.
Once upon a time, lived a girl named lynn who had a mysterious aura surrounding her that intrigued everyone she met. No one knew why. until i saw her. brutally murdering a man in the dark alley behind the old bakery, her eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and satisfaction that sent shivers down my spine.
Slowly, a chilling realization crept into my mind - Lynn wasn't just a regular girl, she was a psycho who found pleasure in taking the lives of others. Suddenly, she saw me and rushed over. She bit me on the neck- lick some kind of vampire! i cound not remember the last time i had felt such a strange mix of fear and excitement, as if i had stumbled into a world where nothing was as it seemed to be. when i woke up, i was in a dark alley and my neck hurt. A sharp pain shot through my neck as I tried to stand up, feeling woozy and disoriented, wondering if what I had experienced was real or just a twisted nightmare. i think it was real, because of the pain in my neck. the sun was out, it hurt me for some reason. As I stumbled out of the alley, the world seemed different - colors were more vibrant, sounds more pronounced, and an insatiable hunger gnawed at my insides, making me realize with dread that I was no longer human, but something else entirely. i ran to my house, with every human i saw making me even more hunger. there stood lynn. she told me "fun being a vampir e, isn't it?" My heart raced as I realized that Lynn had turned me into a vampire, forever altering the course of my life in ways I never could have imagined. she said "dont worry, i didnt want to kill you! so i turned you. Lynn's words sent a chill down my spine as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of my new existence, torn between horror and a twisted kind of fascination with the endless possibilities that lay ahead, embracing my newfound power with a sense of liberation that both thrill and horror. i got hungry. she said "hungry? want to go drink blood?" it will be dark so we ventured into the city, our thirst for blood driving us to hunt together as a deadly duo, reveling in the chaos and darkness of the night as we embraced our inner monsters with a sense of freedom and euphoria that only predators could ever truly understand. i am still human, i think to myself. i wont stop being human untill i drink blood. my neck hurts. my eyes fluttered open, the intense hunger pushing me to embrace my new reality as a vampire, forever entwined with Lynn in a dance of darkness and desire, two souls bound by bloodlust and a twisted kind of love that transcended the line between sanity and madness. as i sank my teeth into a random persons neck, i realised it tasted good, i wa sn't just a victim of Lynn's cruelty, but a willing participant in the macabre symphony of death and destruction that had become our shared existence, a world where the boundaries between right and wrong blurred into a grotesque tapestry of violence and pleasure. this is the only way to survive, after i drank the humans blood, i accidentally killed him. lynn said "let's leave no witnesses to our secret, a trail of bodies behind us, marking our descent into darkness with every heartbeat echoing the primal instinct that drove us forward, together in a macabre tango of love and death." "anytime you get hungry, just call me and we can hunt, just try not to kill people, but it was your first timeAs Lynn's words echoed in my mind, a mix of fear and excitement consumed me, knowing that my descent into darkness was inevitable, my humanity slipping away with each drop of blood I savored, the line between right and wrong fading into a twisted euphoria that left me craving more, for i need blood. so delicious. i went on a rampage sucking all the blood of my victims, unable to control the insatiable hunger that consumed me, reveling in the taste of their life force pulsating through my veins as I embraced the darkness within me, lost in the euphoria of becoming a predator that knew no bounds, a slave to the twisted desires that drove me to lose my humanity, you know? i think i like this life.
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Pyscho, Loving It.
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The Twister (NCP)Publish Date
3/19/2025
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