((Psh, I'm not sure if I can handle four, but I'm all for it I wanna try my new girl character. But I gotta go now XP))

(( Im here! Im just waiting for when we can start. ))

((I know, if Hearts waiting for me to add my new character Imma do that right now XP))

 ((I'll add to it, as well.))

Greyson clutched the ashen corpse's stiff shoulders with yet firmer palms. His serrated teeth tore futilely at his girlfriend's dry flesh, a desperate, feral glimpse tainting his celestial, emerald eyes. Stray brunette hairs flew about his face frantically, his alluring visage denying his wrongdoing and the salty stench of crimson. Realizing the fruitlessness of his efforts, he cast the body to the dank ground, amidst the decomposing forms of past victims, among them past friends, neighbors, teachers, parents... A guilty tear forming in the corner of his mournful eyes. He looked to his girlfriend, Allison's lifeless form, and wept, remembering the pas.sion he felt that led to her untimely death. The cravings were unconquerable, and he killed those he held dearest. He bent over her, caressed his lips with a gentle finger, and outlined her mouth, which was morbidly grinning at him. She was expecting an angel's embrace, but stimulated a demon's wrath.

Tomorrow at school, he would compulsively blame her disappearance upon the "mystery vampire," which wouldn't be lying, of course. Even so, he knew there was another murderer guilty as he that roamed the desolate landscape of his beloved town. Grey forced himself to rise from his crouching position, and trudged off to the nearby highschool he attended. He knew he would soon get over the sadness of Allison's demise, as he had done so a hundred times previously.

Grey leapt past the trees faster than imaginable, and found himself landing upon the cruel asphalt of the schoolgrounds. He slung his navy backpack over his sturdy shoulder and entered the heavy double doors of the school, sitting down at the nearest rusty bench. His beautiful personage contrasted fiercely with the dreary Monday background, autumn quietly gracing the calendar.

He scrutinized the dull enviroment of the schoolgrounds, which he was somewhat familiar with. He rose, knowing people would be watching his every move. He was newer at the school, but already well-known, as people seemed to want to befriend 'the new guy.' When that truth was coupled with his handsomeness and invitingly sarcastic personality, it seemed like he was an electron magnet for students, which didn't exactly help his carnivourous habits. He ran his hand through his hair exhaustedly, hyperventilating from the adrenaline he experienced the morning before. Countless strangers waved at him invitingly, smiling at him without a care in the world.

If only they knew, he thought morbidly.

(( Poor sexy Vampire. xDD

Lol. if only I was mor eliterate so I could make bigger posts like yours, Iheart. /shot

Zozo be to lazy to post. ))

((Zozo needs to be unlazy so she can post. Only a little. Because Iheart is bored.))

Normal people would use an alarm clock of somesort to wake themselves up. The problem with that for Calyx is because one, she wasn't normal, and two; There was no possible way to wake up Calyx. Other than pain, of course. And thats just what woke her up. The youth let out a wail before falling out of her bed and flailing around. Blood tinkled down her cheek, a scratch beginning to form. "Mew?" Went her cat, who was promtly sitting on her desk. Its eyes glimmered micheviously. She let out a sigh before scrambling out of her covers and scooting the cat out of her bedroom. She quickly pulled on her normal school outfit--Blue jeans and her favorite jacket. Because it was a little big for her, it covered most of her jeans and her arms completly. She didn't bother to put a bandaid on the cat scratch, (or as she called it Tom's way of showing that he was the boss) since she was already out of them and didn't want to use tape and cloth. She snatched up brush and spent thirt agonizing hours brushing every single tangle out. She looked over to a found clock that hung over her bed. 'Twenty minutes, she told herself. Plenty of time. She brushed her teeeth also, and stuffed her books into her book-bag. She slung it over her shoulder and scurried over to the kitchen.

Her grandma was asleep, of course. Her waking time was about one in the afternoon. She sat down on the counter, pushing the backpack onto the floor with a thump. She grabbed some waffles, because pancakes were fail, and put them in the microwave. She didn't own a toaster, or pickles, for that matter. Pickles were just cucumbers soaked in evil. And a fortune cookie told her that one, that wasn't chicken and two, stay away from toasters. It didn't matter that it was hand written. Calyx missed that sort of thing. She never ate chinese food ever since. When her breakfast was done, she stuck it wish a slap of butter and poured maple surup all over it. She took a sniff and smiled. Her stomach growled in responce. Giggling to herself, she made her way to the table and wolfed it down. She licked her fingers happily, then tucked her hair behind her ears. Thats when it got sticky. Apparently, she had gotten surup in her hair. She did a face-palm. How stupid. She did her best to get it out, but she was going to smell like sugar all day. She looked over to the clock; five mroe minutes. She stuffed the brush into her book bag, gulped down some milk straight from the jug and ran outside. Tom, on the other hand, had different plans. Since Grandma Drakky was asleep, no one was available to scratch his back. The only thing he had was a brush. Calyx's brush. And the stupid human just took it. He growled, bouncing outside the door and grabbing her book bag. He slid in and sunk to the bottom.

Calyx grabbed her bike and sped off to school. Tom found out that his plan wasn't as nice as he had planned. Her text books squished him this way and that as she sped off to school. She wasn't the one to ride on the sidewalk, she prefered to go the bumpy way to make it mroe 'thrilling'. He let out pitiful mewls of protest all the way, but unfortunatly for him Calyx had her ear-plugs in. She didn't like it when people yelled at her for driving all over their lawn. It was best to ignore them. When she finally got back to the chool grounds, she was out of breath. Tom was suffocating. And squished. Definatly squished. He poked his head out of the back pack and ran away as Calyx hid her bike in the bushes. She nearly stepped on him. "Stupid cat," She sighed. "Looked just like Tom--" She stopped, looked at her book bag. Covered in tabby hairs. She snarled, balling up her fists and running after him. She dropped her book bag and crawled on after him through the bushes. Tom, knowing he was introuble, ran right to the school. His eyes looked to and fro for a place to hide. thats when he saw it. A Leech. he started to fluff up and hiss at Greyson, taking one or two steps closer to hiss louder and hop back.