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Friday Night, September of 20th-21st

I was walking through a field of butterflies and there was a blue tint everywhere. I saw a girl about my hight by a misty pond leaning against a tree. I walked closer to the strange women.

"Why did you do it?" she said suddenly. I stoped staying on guard.

"who are_" i began to say, but than she turned around to face me.

"Why did you have to kill that innocent man!" she said sturnley. And i realized, it was...me. But in my regular human form, the form i was in when i was around Cameron.

"It's my duty." I said.

she shook her head than looked back at the pond. "What did he do to deserve it?"

"Everything! His kind is destorying the planet!!"

"What did HE do? Not his kind, HIM!" she said, she bawled her hands into fist.

"He..I..." I was stutturing. He really didnt do anything...

"That's what I thought." Than she went into the pond. I tried to run after her, but I ended up drownding.

I woke up in a hott sweat. I looked around to check the perimeter. Nothing, no pond, no butterflies, no human self. I got out of bed and relized my feet were wet from the pond. I shivered a little, and looked out the window. Same old New York City. I moved the hair from my face, and rubbed my eyes. Than I slowly and cautiously went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw my regular human form starting at me with cold eyes. 'how could you?' i heard her say in my head. I looked at her stearnly than punched the mirror, it shattered into tiny pieaces.

"Because I had to." I said outloud. I washed my face and dried my feet. Why was this happening? i thought. Ussualy i can control my human brain. ussualy she just shutts her fat mouth and leaves me to my duty. I walked out of the bathroom and headed for the T.V. I didnt want to sleep, not yett. I turned on the television and saw a segment on the Discovery Channel about past women seral killers. The first women was Lady Charmount of Trannslvannia. She stared the vampire legions. They say she killed 600 of her servents and than drank their blood. They said she did this to stay young, not for food. Somehow this women, Lady Charmount seemed fimilar. Than they showed an old painting of her. I laughed out loud. It was me! I felt memories from back then rushing through my head. Than I remebered Sir Parker of England. He was the man I could not kill, he was the man who changed my world, he was the man who reminded me of why I killed. Than memories of him and me together rushed through my head.

I blocked them as fast as they came. 'It wasnt his fault' my human brain said sympatheticly. 'Shut up' i snapped.