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A soft circle of light separated the darkness from a slight figure curled up in a chair. There in the stillness she sat with a battered black book on her lap, the only sound in the room being the scratch of the pencil she slowly moved across the pages. Were any one else around they might recognize her as Koreena Venusvii Anchalis, a pale young woman with a dark and muddled past, but no one else was around. Koreena sighed quietly to herself, reaching one ivory hand up to push the locks of hair from her face. 'Too many changes, and not all good' came the thought. She had cut her hair a short time ago, and the endeavor to keep it so was becoming more annoying with each day. She wished it wouldn't grow back so quick. 'Could be worse' came her quiet voice, 'Would have been worse if you were still a regular vampire'. The chain of feelings that thought brought on quickly sent her from the brief grin that flicked across her face to a look of intense sadness. Sighing again, Koreena slammed the book shut and looked up around her.

As her eyes adjusted to the tiny amount of light, she surveyed her surroundings. Her home was larger then what she needed; it was a large room with a small kitchen off to the east corner, fireplace on the north wall, pool table to the west, and a large assortment of tables and chairs plus a big screen television on the south end. There was one exit that lead outside and one set of stairs going up to her room. 'With all this space,' Koreena thought, 'Why do I feel so trapped? Like I don't know...'

The reason was she had spent most of her evenings at home since the closing of the Black Raven Inn, her 'home away from home'. There were many other places she could go to bide her time, but none had the appeal or the perceived welcoming of the Inn. And so she stayed by herself, venturing out only to gain what sustenance her nature demanded of her. The only variant was the occasional walk past the old Inn, but it was always closed up and there was never anyone to meet.

"Why do I do this to myself?" she muttered aloud. 'Live too long and you become rooted in the past' came her answering thought. Long ago that quasi warning had been spoken to her, back when she was still coming to terms with her vampirehood. 'It hasn't been that long but I am rooted'. An emptiness crawled into her heart and made itself quite known. There was no denying its pull. 'Time to go satisfy cravings' Koreena thought as she stood and moved across the room, grabbing a large green cloak from the rack. She felt for its contents before slipping it on and moving to the door. Her eternal optimism buoyed her thoughts with the chance this day might be different, maybe something would change. She slipped out the door and began the familiar trek to the Black Raven Inn.

Koreena Venusvii Anchalis
January 23, 2001

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I wish I could cut away the pain
like you cut away disease
To keep it from spreading
Because thats how it feels to me


loneliness and memories fester
warping and distorting
and poisoning they joy
I once had


I want to be rid of it
slice it away
like I do at myself
shown by wounds and scars


but it cant be cut away
and there are no pills to cure it
no secret solution or quick fix
only time will heal me


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