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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Strider_Koln" data-source="post: 4713082" data-attributes="member: 78265">Koln sits up suddenly and quickly, his eyelids shooting open. For a moment he's dazed, it is as if he had woken from a nightmare that he cannot remember, and feelings of fear and loneliness make him tremble. It was not uncommon for him to feel like this, often when he's with good company, even friends, he still feels incredibly alone and painfully distant from everyone else. He runs his hands over his eyes and remembers that tonight is the night he "dies" but what if he doesn't run out of the appartment? What if he just lays down and lets the flames overtake him? It is his destiny afterall to burn... It is decided, he is going to slay one last vaMPIRE. At least then he would not be a total failure. Who knows how many people he would save by snuffing out his own joke of an existence? He slowly nods and reaches for his hat, but is startled at the touch of fur; Socrates is sitting and looking at him on its brim, as if accusing him of something, or simply asking "what's wrong?" Koln is about to answer the rodent, but struggles, the stuffed-Socrates still in his hands. "Oh fine... it is my cross, I will continue to carry it..." Ruby is still sleeping, or at least appears to be, and Clover is gone, probably at class.Tonight, he remembers, they are going to talk with Tony. He hopes to see that girl again too, he needs to at least apologize for nearly killing her even if she doesn't remember it; he at least wants to verify that she is still alive and well.  This brings his mind to another matter... blood. It feels like he is lately the most starved for it, at least to him. It is constantly on his mind, and he cannot help but fantasize about it whenever he thinks of that club, that collection of sinners, they deserve this... they are all just begging to be violently dragged into Hell and fed from by the Devil's own blood-crazed legions. If one or two die from him being overzealous while feeding it is their own damned fault! As he thinks he increasingly becomes enraged, hungry, and excited, as if he is about to run out of the room and violently tackle and feed from the first human he sees...  This rage quickly fades as he hears Ruby stir in bed and wake. "Good evening Ruby," He turns to her smiling, kneeling down at her bedside. "I hope you slept well, we have a busy night ahead of us."</blockquote>

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