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  • Name: Samantha Rolands
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Sarcastic, usually happy, but if you tick her off, she will FREAK OUT 0^0
    History[optional]: nothing much, really. She lived in the same home all her life. A friend of Jessy's
    Relationships[optional]: Friends with Jessy
    Siblings[optional]: none
    Other[optional]:
    Bulgaria

  • Now. Lol


    Jessy sighed, it had been 3 years since he was bitten, and things hadn't gotten any better. When ever he got angry, sad,or really happy, he would lose control. Always struggling, and never getting close to stopping.

  • "Hey, Jess!" called a familiar voice behind him. A blonde girl with brown eyes, standing at around five feet four inches tall, ran up to him, smiling. "Wait up!"

  • No.


    Samantha grinned at him. "Pretty good. I passed my exams just a few hours ago." She said this with confidence, despite the fact that she had only finished her test and turned it in a few hours ago, and was waiting on the grade. Jessy knew that, as well.

  • Well she will most likey find out soon >:D oh does she have crush on him, or just friends?


    "Good for you!" He chuckled. "Yeah, I passed them a couple of days ago." He rubbed back of his neck.

  • Friends.


    Sam smirked. "Barely passed, you mean. I told you to study, you doofus! Then you would've gotten higher than a seventy two." She said so good-naturedly, though.

  • "Barely," Sam added innocently. "But alright. Have fun, mister mediocre. I'm going to a bar to celebrate." The fact that she was underage didn't seem to occur to her.

  • "Alright, have fun, then." He said waving good bye. He for sure couldnt go to the bar, because iff he got drunk, he would never stop regreting killing so many people. Sighing agian, he sat down on a bench. He wished he could just go back to normal, ad live a normal life. This was torture. Sooner or later, Sam would find out, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

  • Sam went off to the bar, got sloppy drunk, and staggered back to her house....or rather, the house where she rented a room fron Jessy, which was how they became friends in the first place.

  • What time is this? 3-4am correct?


    Jessie was tidying up his room before hitting the sack. He turned off the lights and turned on the tv, flopping his bed


    Btw, I'm actually am goin to sleep now for me it 1:45am 0-0

  • Yep. And for me IRL, it's 12:50am


    Sam staggered into the house loudly, singing under her breath. "Sixty three bottles of *hic* beer on the *hic* wall. Sixty *hic*three bottles of beer. Take one down, pass *hic* around, sixty two bottles of beer on the wall," she muttered in a slurred voice.

  • Jessie's sensitive earsheard her, and he looked her direction. Hee made a face like dam, she is DRUNK. I hope she walked home. He opened his door to find Sam practically falling over. He easily picked her up, and carried her to her room, and setting her down on her bed. He giggled a little before closing her door.

  • Sam, being so drunk, did something she would never have normally done. She wrapped her arms around Jessy's neck and planted a clumsy, sloppy kiss on his mouth before he set her down. Her tongue actually went into his mouth, and pricked one of his fangs. "Ow!" she said in a slurred manner. "You got some biiiiig pointy teeth, Jess."

  • Jessy's eyebrows raised and he hanked away. He had a girlfriend! Now emotional, and tasting her blood, he barely managed to stagger out of the room. He went to h room as quickly as he could. He had an impossibly awful migraine from fighting such strong instinct. It felt like an poison drenched knife stabbed into his head. He let out a cry of pain falling onto his bed. He forced himself up, locking the door despite the increasing pain in his forehead. This was the time he normally gave up, but he didn't. He kept going until he ended up blacking out.

  • Sam awoke the next morning, feeling like utter sh*t. Her head was pounding, and her mouth tasted like vomit. Groaning, she sat up in bed, finding that she was extremely dizzy. "Jesus," she muttered. "What happened last night. She suddenly remembered back to right before she had passed out. She had kissed Jessy! This was just great. What would this do to their friendship? And...she remembered feeling a sharp pain in her tongue, seeing glinting...fangs in Jessy's mouth. That was impossible, right?