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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    jericho? jericho? jericho, die trompeten ring. jericho, sagen sie etwas! setzen sie das messer weg, jericho! JERICHO!


    i didn't want to hurt her. but he made me. i wanted to keep her alive, i told her that i loved her! but he didn't like her. he said she would taint me. that i should either kill her or kill myself. i tried killing myself, i really did; but he always brought me back. he didn't want me to die, but god i wanted to. i wanted to die so bad, when i saw her bleeding there. the bloody knife in my hands made me want to cry and scream and break down. it made me want to never touch a knife again. it made me want to never let this knife go. it made me value life. it made me hate life. it made me want to kill again.


    so i did.


    time after time after time after time.


    and it felt good.


    there was a legend, that when trumpets sounded, that was the day i was to die. i was rather dapper-looking in my crisp, white tuxedo. ready to get married to my fiance. this was back in the middle ages, when the king and queen of this country were still alive. see, i was different. nobody saw that, but my fiance did. she knew something was wrong, but i convinced her that we were meant to be together. we were happy, even if i did occasionally lash out at her. i never hit her, though. i was man enough to never lay a finger on her unless she told me to. and when i say tuxedo, i mean a white shirt, slighter darker white leather vest, and crisp black trousers. that was my wedding garb. and i looked smashing in it.


    now my fiance was something else. light blonde hair, deep brown eyes, soft, smooth, innocent face. she was gorgeous, both inside and out. her family was just an attractive group. she was so innocent and gentle, never doing anything wrong. and then there was me. scruffy, rough, vulgar and short-tempered. she tried to change me, tried to make me more... kind. but it didn't work. it just ended up with us getting in a fight, that lead to both of our demises.


    i was in the dressing room that i had built. we weren't rich at all, but i was good with my hands. i could build anything you wanted me to. i built our house, and our wedding chapel. no one came to the wedding. her family didn't approve of me. said i was dangerous and not to be trusted. well, they were right, but on a higher level than they could have ever imagined. more dangerous than this world has ever known, but in my own way.


    while i was in the dressing room, i heard some... peculiar noises coming from my wife-to-be's room. deciding that i should just make sure she was okay, i checked up on her. and guess what i found? my wife, bedding with another man. it took them a while to notice me, and i let my anger bubble up inside of me. when they did notice me, the man was the first to go. i pulled out the knife i always kept in my boots, making my way towards the bed. the trumpets began singing in the distance, but i didn't register them until after the man was bleeding at my feet.


    my wife screamed and screamed, but i couldn't hear her. all i could hear was that little voice in my head saying, "kill her. look at her. she was enjoying herself. she never loved you. she was just using you, and she got bored! kill her, jericho! make her suffer!" and when i finally tuned in on my wife, she was yelling that the trumpets were sounding. i didn't care. the trumpets could sound all the wanted, i didn't care. i kept repeating that in my head, over and over as the knife raised above her head. she screamed at me to put the knife down, but i didn't listen. i gave in to the little voice, and at that moment in time, i never felt better.


    the rest of that day consisted of my knife meeting people's throats; mainly her family.


    as the day came to a close, the voice in my head manifested. it told me that i had sinned beyond belief, and that i was to be punished. i only laughed and yelled at him. i told him that i had nothing left to live for. i was a werewolf without a pack, and that alone should have killed me long ago. i welcomed death, i wanted it. i was tortured from six o'clock at night to midnight, finally dying the second the clock struck midnight. i welcomed the darkness that overcame me at midnight.


    but it was short lived.


    i had woken up in a large mansion, over-looking a flat plain. the voice that was in my head, but now manifested into an apparition, told me that i was to stay in this house until the end of eternity, and i was to never leave this property. i was a ghost, but i was still a werewolf as well. i was chained to this property, never being able to leave the hill. and that made me madder than anything. i wanted to die, i was ready to die, and he brought me back!


    all of my anger simply over-took the house and the property, killing any sort of life that inhabited here. the grass died and eroded over the years, leaving the lawns as nothing more than barren dirt. there were no insects or animals. the insects and small animals like birds and squirrels, simply died in the presence of the over-bearing evil i sent off, while the larger animals knew to stay away. there was absolutely no life here. and that was just how i liked it.


    over the years, my anger and rage had slowly split into other groups. the overwhelming evil and anger also held choking sadness and suffocating loneliness. i watched the city below the hill be founded and built, and i watched it improve. cars slowly appeared, as did skyscrapers and colleges. there was talk of this mansion being torn down, but no builder would come near it. the older humans, over fifty years old, got ill whenever they came near. the younger ones simply got too scared. some of the elders died from the illnesses that my evil aura gave off. no one came here. and that was how i liked it.


    i have multiple forms; things i can change into i mean. there is my apparition form, which simply looks like a person wrapped in a blanket, but there was nothing inside that blanket. then there is my normal wold form, my werewolf form, and my physical form. in my apparition form, i was slightly opaque, and i was completely spiritual. meaning, i couldn't be touched. however, in my apparition form, i could throw objects around and affect humans' mood. in my wolf form, i could clearly be seen, and i could be touched, but i couldn't touch other people. meaning, if i jumped at you, i would simply go through you. however, if you tried to touch me, you could. in my werewolf form, i could attack humans, but i couldn't affect the house in any way. so, in my werewolf form, i could kill you, but the house would remain untouched. and in my physical form, i was just like a human. i got hungry, i felt emotions, i could touch you and you could touch me, i could affect the house, i could sleep. anything that a normal human could do, i could do in my physical form.


    in my physical form, my outfit never changed. dark jeans, dark boots, dark leather jacket with white boxing bandages that were constantly covered in dried blood due to my aggressive anger on this house. my hair was always spiked up, normally going towards the middle to create a sort of mohawk. i had dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes. i was physically fit, i always was. i had light stubble that graced my jaw to form a sort of beard, but i had no hair anywhere else. which was odd.


    right now, i was currently taking my anger out on the wall next to the giant staircase that lead to the second floor. the mansion was gigantic. it was four stories, victorian-styled, and looked like a castle. it was breaking apart though. the outside was a dark brown, due to the dark red paint soaking the wood underneath and peeling off. the windows were so dusty that you might as well have been looking at the ground. the inside was just as bad. cobwebs, dust, no light. it wasn't like i ever needed to clean this place. it still had all of its appliances, but nearly none of them worked. it didn't have electricity, or clean water, or anything. i never needed any of it. i could get hungry in my physical form, but simply switching to my apparition form 'reset' my physical form. i wouldn't be hungry, i wouldn't need a shower, i wouldn't need anything anymore.


    my hand broke through the already-splintered wood and i snarled as the wall broke underneath the force of my punch. i was so pissed and sad and lonely and in pain... i couldn't decide what i felt more of; pain, sadness, loneliness or anger. right now it was leaning more towards the pain and anger side. i took a few seconds to try and calm myself down to a normal tone. when i had, i retracted my hand from the wall, watching the fresh blood dry on the already-stained bandages.


    the sound of voices, muffled and very close made me strain my ears to listen. i already had heightened hearing, but i still needed to listen closely in my physical form. there were about five voices outside the door. they laughed and joked and told each other jokes about how they would die in here. oh, how right they were. i grew curious, though. there were five voices, but six pairs of feet. someone wasn't speaking. good. they might not die.


    i switched into my apparition form and slowly stalked towards the staircase, keeping hidden as the people walked inside. they appeared to be from the college, laughing and joking about how this place was haunted. they didn't seem me, so i slid through the walls. oh. i forgot to mention that i could move through walls and become completely opaque and transparent in my apparition form. the group shut the door behind them, laughing still. yes. there were six people, but one girl wasn't speaking. she sort of hung back towards the door. i couldn't tell what she was doing, so i focused my gaze on the group. occasionally, one would yell out, making the rest of the group jump and laugh.


    i moved back up towards the top of the stairs, finally making myself able to be seen. i simply stood at the top of the stairs, waiting. finally, someone noticed me and screamed, pointing towards me. the rest of them bundled together, apart from the girl at the door, holding one another and shaking in their shoes. i simply disappeared. they began to panic, and made a plan to run to the door. oh no they don't.


    i moved to the door, reappearing just as the first boy approached the door. he was looking back to assure everyone that it was okay. when he turned his head, he came face to face with me. i watched the color drain from his face and he screamed, scrambling back and falling to the ground. the rest of the group simply followed him. they got on their knees and began begging that i didn't hurt them. i just watched them cry and beg. to answer their prayers, i made every knife in the kitchen come towards my body. they hovered beside me, pointed at the young people. they began screaming louder, and i forced the knives towards them, stabbing them in non-fatal places. they yelled in pain and i disappeared again, a booming voice coming from all around as i commanded them.


    [b]"GET OUT OF HERE!"


    the second i was gone, they tore the knives out of their bodies and sprinted out the door. well, all of them apart from one. the girl who hadn't talked still stood in the same place. i watched her for a minute, confused as to why she didn't leave. my knives hadn't stabbed her, as she was behind me when it happened. i screwed my face up. why wasn't she gone?


    i appeared again, watching her stare at me. "did you not hear me? LEAVE!"


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    TRANSLATIONS
    jericho? jericho? jericho, die trompeten ring. jericho, sagen sie etwas! setzen sie das messer weg, jericho! JERICHO!
    - jericho? jericho? jericho, the trumpets ring. jericho, say something! put the knife away, jericho! JERICHO!


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [size=11pt]TWENTY - INTELLIGENT - CURIOUS - DEDICATED - FLIRTATIOUS - FEISTY[/size]


    [shadow=white,left]❝[/shadow] WE'RE GOING DOWN, DOWN, IN AN EARLIER ROUND, AND SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING [shadow=white,left]❞[/shadow]


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    [justify][size=9pt]i'd told them, over and over again. i'd warned them that it was stupid, that it was dangerous, that they'd hurt themselves. nobody listened to me. oh don't be silly, bella! there's nothing there, it's just an old house! gosh, izzy, you get so worried over nothing - you can't seriously believe all that ghost story stuff! you know it's just made up. i heard it all from them, every excuse that i was crazy or just anxious because of exams, or that i was just paranoid and had an overactive imagination. hell, when they finally decided to definitively go, i wanted to stay behind. i wasn't going to get myself killed; i was too careful for that kind of nonsense. i could believe it; this was so damn stereotypical. bunch of dumb college students go into supposedly haunted house, and then they all die horrific deaths, and nobody survives, blah blah. how did they not realize what they were getting themselves into?


    when they dragged me out, i knew this was going to go horrifically wrong. and i was right; it did go horrifically wrong. i knew the instant that we entered the grounds around the old house that something was very off. the whole place smelled like death, but none of the others were able to see it. i felt shivers run through me, and heard someone joke that it was just my 'redhead sense' coming through. what a bunch of clueless idiots. i followed after them, exasperated. even if there was no damn ghost or evil spirit or whatever, this was totally breaking and entering, and with what i'd heard they had planned - namely some destruction of property or some s.hit like that - it was likely to end up with a vandalism charge. that is, if we didn't die. i walked behind the others, lips pressed together, looking down at my shoes. my converse sunk into the damp grass, wet with dew, and i felt my socks get wet. not that it mattered, considering we'd all be in our graves by the end of the night! god, i was pessimistic.


    "oh my god, this place could do with a right clean!" "god, i know, it's gross! look at the windows!" "it's vile, huh bella? oi, bella!" "she's not talking; she says we're all gonna die in here!" "yeah right, like that's gonna happen! what, is a ghost going to come swooping down and stab us all or something like that?" god, they all thought they were being so original and clever. whose stupid idea was it anyway, to come up here? some girl named juliet, i think. she was leading the group, her blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders and her eyes bright. wow, she must've been a real idiot. when the rest of them bounded up the stairs to the house, i still hung back, hesitant. swallowing, i stepped forwards, always two feet behind them. juliet pushed open the door, and the creaking sound it made led all five of them to giggle maniacally. they stepped inside, and i bit my lip, hesitating again.


    finally, i walked after them, but stayed by the door as the rest of them began to explore the entrance. they were so dumb. after only a couple seconds, i heard some screaming, and looked up with wide eyes. immediately, my blood ran cold, and a piercing whistle rang in my ears. god, what was that?! the man who stood before us, who was terrifying the others, was glowing, but not with light. more like a shadow. it was pitch black, swirling, and far scarier than any knife trick he pulled on us. as he yelled, his voice echoed, and it seemed to make the swirling darkness around his figure even bigger. the ringing in my ears was so loud i couldn't hear the screams of the others any more and, as if to defend myself, i put my hands over my ears and tilted my head down, my long red hair tumbling over my shoulders like blood dripping down a windowpane. finally, the ringing faded, just in time for me to hear the man speak. i swallowed and looked up, eyes wide.


    i didn't speak for the longest time, just staring at him. i'd encountered pretty bad spirits in my time; my grandma's house was actually full of the little buggers, but most of their auras were snowy or grey, and most of the time, they were totally harmless. my grandmother had this ability too, and she knew how to handle the creatures. she'd told me that the darker the aura, the more evil the spirit was, and by that logic, the man that stood before me now was so full of evil that his being couldn't have had anything else in it. i brushed my hair out of my face, my eyes wide. i should have run, should have pushed past him and shoved out the door and gone to tell everyone that i told them so, those idiots, they should have listened to me. but i was glued in my spot, unable to move my legs, like in dreams when something is chasing you and you can't run. what's more, there was a curiosity burning inside of me. my grandmother said that she'd never encountered a black-aura spirit, but that they were the most troubled and most interesting.


    finally, i spoke, my voice shaking slightly, although as my words continued, i adjusted it so it became more level and clear.
    "what happened to you?" something really bad, obviously. the energy in this place was so dead that i could barely breathe. all that was alive in the place was me, all the noise in the place was my heartbeat. it was as though i was in a vacuum. i could hear every little sound, i was hyperaware of it all, and my heartbeat and the rush of my blood and my breathing was audible. there was nothing, nothing at all, that was even remotely living in this place. not a single insect, not the tiniest ant or the smallest spider. no plants grew - the grounds were grey and dead, leaves curled up and crunchy and the trees bare and empty. even the air felt bad, as though it knew that things here were horribly wrong. what had happened to this man? i felt my heartbeat slow down to a slightly more regular pace. everything was still as i stared at the man with large green-grey eyes.


    //bruh
    ur faceclaim looks like my maths teacher
    that's really f.ucking spooky    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    she didn't leave. i could practically feel her heartbeat, it was beating so loud. i wanted to put my hand on my chest; to see if i had one. i'd done it before, but, of course, i didn't have a heartbeat. can't have a beating heart if you're dead. i once found it odd, that i was dead, but i could still eat and use the bathroom. i mean, if the bathroom worked, that is. not many things worked; i turned the power box off the day after it was installed. i had no reason to need power. any sort of pain i felt was welcomed, anything to get away from the anguishing numbness i felt. sometimes, i would just lie down on a bed or the floor and just... stay there. for weeks. until i felt so hungry and tired that i could just die. and then i remember that you can't die twice and i go mope elsewhere.


    however, with this girl, i wondered how the hell she could see me. i mean, most people can't see me when i'm in my human form, unless i consciously want them to see me. and i didn't want her to see me. but she still seemed to notice me. and if she could see me, then she could probably see the way my eyes darted around quickly, in slight confusion. this was awkward... she didn't run off screaming and yelling like the others. not only that, but she could see me. NOT ONLY THAT, but she was questioning me. who the hell did she think she was?


    snapping out of my stupor, i frowned. taking big, heavy steps forward, i approached her. though i moved past her and gripped the doorknob. the metal threatened to shatter underneath my intense grip, and i tore the door open, nearly tearing it from it's hinges. as a werewolf, i had stupidly strong muscles, and pretty much broke anything i touched. sticks? broken. rocks? crushed. walls? caved in. it was slightly annoying, how i couldn't control my strength.


    instead of answering her question, i gestured to the door, slightly angrily. this freaking bitch... why the hell did she not leave? better yet, why is she questioning me? she seemed scared, but she didn't act like it. it was almost like she was glued to the floor. i glared at her, looking at the footprints in the dead lawn. with another grumble, i looked back at her. i wasn't willing to unleash the story on how i died, so i stuck with the story i made up in my head. it wasn't actually a story, more of an explanation. just in case someone ever wanted to talk to me.


    [b]"i am a ghost. this is my house. you are in my house. leave," okay, that didn't come out nearly how i wanted it to. saying i was a ghost still felt weird to me. i had watched the city below be built and i educated myself on modern language by listening to people communicate. i didn't know how some technology worked, and i didn't know half of the things that people did now-a-days, but hey. can't blame me. i've been stuck in this fucking house for over five-hundred years. i died in the ninth century, and i didn't know what century it was right now, but i'm pretty sure it's been a few hundred years.


    (( really?
    how interesting


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [justify][size=9pt]//sorry if it's short
    i just took a bunch of pills and i'm like super sleepy


    i didn't know why i didn't just run. it would've been faster, and it was certainly the safer option, but the glowing blackness around his figure was so intriguing. i almost wanted to put my hand out to see if it was tangible, if i could touch it, or if my hands just went straight through it. likely the latter; after all, he was a ghost. that's what he'd told me. my eyes were large and rounded, but not with fear. with curiosity. i took a step towards the door, and then stopped. being so close to him was terrifying; he was freezing cold. the tiny area around his body was so cold that it felt as though i'd put my head into an ice box and come up with my features frozen. i jerked away instinctively, the warmth of my body not mixing well with the heat - or rather the lack of heat - that his had. i stood away from him, glancing towards the door, and wondering whether i ought to go out.


    "y-you're glowing," i finally said, turning to face him. he doubtless knew he had it, but i was just pointing it out. "n-no. not glowing. you're all... black." i didn't know how to describe it to him; the emptiness of his aura wasn't just black. no, black was shadows, the night sky glittering with stars, the color of hair dye. black was beautiful, romantic, nice-looking and interesting and lovely, full of depth and images. this wasn't black. it was so much darker than that; swirling full of contours and shades, and had a terrible feeling to it. it was like i was standing near something truly evil, something full of emptiness and murder and the urge to destroy everyone and everything. i didn't want to leave, i wanted to know what had happened to him. grandma had never told me what it truly meant, only that the darker the aura, the more evil, and that was it.


    "w-what made you l-like this?" i was asking too many questions. i should have gone, i should have walked straight out the door and done nothing, just left the area which smelled like death and felt like nothing existed within it. but then i would go home and i'd be forever plagued, desperate to know what had happened to the ghost in this house. my fists were clenched by my sides, but looking up at him, it was blatantly obvious that he would win a fight against me. i just wanted to make myself feel strong, even if i wasn't. a few strands of hair tumbled into my face and i brushed them out, swallowing. i ran my tongue over my lips, then bit down on my bottom one, so hard that i could taste blood in my mouth, metallic and salty. i hated blood, it made me feel ill. i swallowed down the sensation and slipped my hand into the pocket of my jeans, where my phone was. but there would be no signal, and i didn't want to call anyone anyway.


    //yes rly btw
    it's spooky x3
    hahah i'm so f.ucking drugged rn    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    what the fuck was with this female? i just wanted to be left alone; to drown in silence and loneliness. surely, if she was so good at seeing me, and seeing my 'glow', then she could surely see that i wanted her to leave. i thought i made that apparent with how i nearly tore the door off its hinges upon opening it for her. i thought she would have taken it as a gentleman's way of saying 'get the fuck out'. however, she just seemed to want to ask me question after question... was she trying to interview me? no one would believe that she spoke to a ghost; even if she did and i had answered all her questions.


    finally, a sudden rage burning inside of me, i growled and slammed the door shut. but, of course, i couldn't just stop there. i tore it back open and slammed it shut again and again and again, until the entire house was shaking. finally, i stopped, taking in deep breaths. if she didn't want to leave, fine. if she didn't take my offer, fine. she'll just die here anyway. there was something different about her... she reminded me of someone... i don't know who she reminded me of, but there was an underlying hint of something. why wasn't she running? it bugged me, how she wasn't acting scared of me. i preyed off of people's fears. if i didn't have her fear, then i had nothing. i'm a murderer and a scumbag, but i'm not an abusive rapist.


    my fists clenched and i saw her hand slide towards a weird bulge in her pockets. i wondered what it was, briefly, but i soon crossed my arms over my stomach looking down at her with dark, mocha colored eyes. finally, i approached her, standing a foot away. i leaned down, as she was quite a bit shorter than me, and peered into her wide eyes, my own eyes dark and narrowed. [b]"i was killed and cursed; sentenced to forever rot in this property. even when this house is torn down by the elements, i can never leave this property. ever. just like you. since you refuse to leave, then you'll die here."


    (( ooc.
    baby
    get some sleep, yo


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [size=11pt]TWENTY - INTELLIGENT - CURIOUS - DEDICATED - FLIRTATIOUS - FEISTY[/size]


    [shadow=white,left]❝[/shadow] WE'RE GOING DOWN, DOWN, IN AN EARLIER ROUND, AND SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING [shadow=white,left]❞[/shadow]


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    [justify][size=9pt]i stepped away the instant he stepped closer, disgusted to be standing near to him. there was something evil around him, and being near it made me feel ill, like i'd seen or done something that nobody should ever see or do. it made my head spin in the way that being dizzy or drunk did, it made my stomach clench like it did when you would get anxious or frightened of something, and i swallowed. the ferocious anger and danger of the blackness reminded me of my father's behavior, the way he'd scream and smash things and lash out at my mother and me, and how there was never anything i could do. it made me feel weak and helpless, like some pathetic little seven year old girl crying in the corner of her bedroom over again while she listened to the sounds of breaking glass, of loud male shouts, of terrified screams from a woman. i hated this feeling; it was the worst feeling in the world, and so i took another step backwards, gazing at him.


    "n-no," i responded, shaking my head. i pressed my lips together, dropping my hand at my side and listening to the way that the slim, silver bangles on my wrist clinked against one another quietly. i swallowed, shaking my head again. "y-you don't get like..." i raised my hand and gestured to him, making sure i was never near enough to touch him. my face was full of revulsion, because i was repulsed. i didn't know this man, but he reminded me of people i loathed, people i hated, people i couldn't stand to be around and would do anything to avoid. "like this by just having people wrong you. you did something. it was you. what did you do?" i felt my eyes prick slightly, but i wasn't going to cry. i promised myself at a very young age that crying got you nowhere. nobody did anything if you cried, and it just made you seem weak and defenseless, vulnerable to the attack of those who preyed on the weak. i wasn't going to be the weak any more.


    so i blinked rapidly, the sensation of tears disappearing from my ears, and i stared at him. his eyes were so dark. it was like staring at the night sky. the more i looked, however, the more i picked out tiny little details. they were coffee-colored. i hated coffee, it was too bitter for me, and there were so many different types that walking into a starbucks or a coffee shop just seemed like a ritual sacrifice to me. i liked tea, but not sweet tea. most things that reminded me of my childhood were an instant ban when it came down to me, and sweet tea was one of those things. i just liked regular hot tea. i wondered what had happened to the others; had they run off the property and left me be? typically little... what had i ever done to them? i was careful, and their stupidity had landed us in this situation. you'd think that one of them would have the moral compass to come back for me. for all they knew, i could have been brutally slaughtered, or i could have been being hung upside down from the staircase and slowly tortured to death, couldn't i? it wasn't like they weren't distinct possibilities.


    i felt a surge of anger inside of me that these people had left me alone. this man could be anything - a murderer, a rapist, an abuser. in fact, i didn't doubt that he was at least one of those things, because of the color of his aura. i crinkled up my nose, my eyes staring.
    "i'd rather die anywhere else on earth than die in here," i spat, my voice ferocious. when i became afraid, i became angry. i didn't want to let my guard down, so if i was frightened of something, i would destroy it in the only way i knew, with a kind of brutal anger that burned so fast and hotly that it was like a fire. i clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into the palm of my hand, and when i opened it again, i could see the marks that they had left. i needed to cut them... i'd been so caught up in work that i'd forgotten important little things, like that food was kind of a necessity for human life or that it was important to cut your nails or that a sleep schedule was a thing that you needed.     [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    this girl just wouldn't take a hint, would she? i frowned a bit, then huffed and crossed my arms over my stomach, looking up. she wanted to know what happened to me? funny. i remember a woman who wanted to get to know me; to know what happened. she could see auras as well. i told her my story and she promised to come back and save me from this prison. it's been over two hundred years since then and she hasn't come back.


    i huffed a bit more and looked around, thinking. [b]"you want to know what happened to me? what i did?" i repeated. i raised my hands, then flicked my wrists, snuffing out every lit candle in the house and sending us both into a painful darkness. i liked this lack of light; i liked being in complete darkness. i suspected that she wouldn't like it, though, i lit one candle the way behind me, so i became nothing more than a silhouette to her.


    "i was an engaged man, in the year eight-hundred-ninety-two," i began tilting my chin up a bit as i remembered. all those painful memories... the regret... "i wasn't rich at all. i had barely enough money to feed myself, let alone my darling fiancee. but i was happy. on my wedding night, i was ready to become a husband, to be sealed to the woman i loved. but she didn't love me. on our wedding night, i heard strange noises coming from her room. i went to check up on her and make sure she was okay. but was she was sleeping with another man. when i was alive, i had multiple-personality-disorder. though, back then, i was just called crazy. i got so angry, hearing how much she enjoyed it. so i killed her. i killed her, the man she was sleeping with, her mother, her father, her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, even her friends. any trace of her, i destroyed. but the little voice in my head that told me to kill all of them was working against me. due to some supernatural consequences, i was tortured and killed in the year 892. it felt like only a blink of an eye, but when my spirit was pulled back into the realm of limbo, it had jumped to the year 1567. i was bound to this house and forced to rot in my self-loathing and misery."


    i crossed my arms again and snuffed out the last candle, then opened the door. "i can't actually force you to stay. and i won't. it was an empty threat. but if you'd rather die anywhere but here, then leave. you now know what happened, there is no point in you being here," i held the door for her before stepping away from it, leaving it open as i moved past her and climbed the stairs.


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [size=11pt]TWENTY - INTELLIGENT - CURIOUS - DEDICATED - FLIRTATIOUS - FEISTY[/size]


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    [justify][size=9pt]"i killed her. i killed her, the man she was sleeping with, her mother, her father, her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, even her friends. any trace of her, i destroyed." murder. it was murder. he was a murderer. what kind of psychopath did this sort of thing? so he'd caught his girlfriend sleeping with another man. why couldn't he just behave like a decent, rational adult? when i was sixteen, i had a girlfriend called indigo. she was beautiful, long blonde hair and lovely chocolate brown eyes. and on my birthday, i'd caught her with some guy from my school. did i murder either of them? no. i behaved in the same way any normal human being would; i broke up with indigo and refused to speak to her. he was a terrible person. maybe what i'd had with this one girl hadn't been real, and that didn't matter to me - i had kept myself from killing him. so he should have been able to too.


    i swallowed and watched as he walked up the stairs. i pressed my lips together and turned towards the door, listening to it creak on its hinges, and gave it a gentle push. i gazed out into the grounds, biting my lip. it was dark outside now, and i couldn't see very much. stepping outside and making my way down the steps, i shivered slightly. i was wearing a thick grey hoodie, but it was still cold. not just cold as in temperature-wise, but cold as in the feeling. everything everywhere was softly freezing and empty, like a long winter that never seems like it's going to end. i began to walk, my feet now crunching on the frosted-over grass, listening to the soft noise that my shoes made. when i reached the border, i stared out over the city. i'd go back soon, but not this evening. there was no point - i'd likely get killed or hit or something, and i didn't want that. biting my lip, i turned and walked back to the building.


    when i pushed open the door, i felt the cold dissipate slightly, but not by much. biting my lip, i wondered what to do. fishing in the pocket of my hoodie, i brought out a cereal bar. i was pretty hungry; better eat before the food went bad. unwrapping it, i nibbled on the bar before wandering into one of the nearby rooms. it was large, with a wooden floor, but dusty. in fact, every surface was either covered in blood, broken in some way, or dust-coated. some of them were more than one, and a few were all three. licking my lip and taking another bite of the cereal bar, walking very slowly across the room on tiptoe so i didn't make the floorboards creak. i stopped beside a cabinet. there was a glass casing embedded in the wall, and under the cabinet was a bookshelf stuffed with various books. i bit my lip, looking at my reflection in the grimy glass of the cabinet. slowly, i ran my finger over the top of the bookshelf. it was so dusty that i coughed violently when a cloud of powder threw itself into the air.


    i moved away from the cabinet, taking a bite of the cereal bar. i moved into the next room, and my eyes widened. a piano. i couldn't play the piano for s.hit - i liked music, but i didn't know how to play any musical instruments. i'd never been taught. swallowing, i wandered towards the piano. it too was dusty, although glossy on top. the layer of dust was thick and heavy, and i pressed my hand down into it, staring at the handprint that it formed. then i looked down at the actual keys themselves, which were also covered in the grey powder. very delicately, i pressed a key in the middle of the keyboard. the high, pure sound rang out throughout the house, the silence of the building only amplifying the noise that the piano made. when the whistlelike melody faded away, i could hear my heartbeat and my breathing again. i took a bite of the cereal bar, finishing it, and stuffed the wrapper into the pocket of my jeans, the one that didn't hold my phone.[/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    Finally, she was gone. Jesus, that took far too much time and energy. I walked down the halls, looking for something to do. I almost wanted to go downstairs and play the piano; I hadn't played it in years. I taught myself how to play and I was quite good at it. But I just got up here, for Christ's sake.


    A strange smell filled my nostrils and I frowned, sniffing. My body transformed into that of a normal forest wolf and I smelled the air, growling softly. The clang of the piano made my fur bristle and I narrowed my eyes. I swear to God, if that girl is still here...


    I wandered through the halls, occasionally stopping to sniff the air. I stood at the top of the stairway, looking around with fiery amber eyes. Where the hell... I walked down the steps, my paws thudding on the dusty carpet as I walked. A flash of red made me pause, though, I heard the crinkling of some sort of material as she put whatever she was holding in her pocket. I growled softly again.


    I poked my head around the corner, my fuzzy ears flicking forward to hear her better. I barked at her, the rest off my body emerging from the corner. Even in this form, which was only slightly bigger than a normal wolf, she could ride me like a horse. However, I will tear her face off if she tries to ride me. I barked again, moving closer to her and growling. Why the fuck can't she see that I just want her gone?


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [size=11pt]TWENTY - INTELLIGENT - CURIOUS - DEDICATED - FLIRTATIOUS - FEISTY[/size]


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    [justify][size=9pt]and now there was a wolf. i stared at the animal, wide-eyed. this was convincing me i needed to be back on a decent sleep schedule; i was almost one hundred percent sure that i was hallucinating now. but then again, there was a ghost with a body that glowed black, so to be honest, nothing was impossible. i ran my tongue over my lips, taking a step away from the piano, and suddenly growled at the wolf myself, a mimicry of the noise he'd made. i loved dogs and wolves and foxes. i loved all animals. people had this idea that wolves were just bigger foxes, but that wasn't true at all. foxes were reasonably pretty animals, and they had eyes that were soft and rounded like a cat's or a dog's. they were small and had bushy tails. wolves... wolves were a different story altogether. they had eyes full of danger. the burning, ferocious yellow of a wolf's eyes is that of nothing i've ever seen before, and it's truly alarming.


    slowly, i sunk to my knees, and stared at the wolf. the eyes of the creature were so piercing, so empty, and i couldn't do it any more. i was tired, i was hungry, and i was afraid. i couldn't leave, not tonight. the neighborhood was a beacon for crime, and no way could i walk home alone. so i was trapped. i buried my head in my hands and began sobbing, hating myself. my hair tumbled over my face, hiding my features and my expression. i felt like a lost and lonely little girl again, and i hated it. i didn't like to not feel like i was in control - i wanted to feel like i knew what i was doing, i wanted to feel powerful, but i couldn't. i was just so goddamn sick of this. why hadn't i just stayed at home?! i was emotional, my whole body was shaking as i sobbed. i should've stayed at home, i should'nt've let those idiots drag me out here. i was crying harder than i'd cried for years, tears rolling down my cheeks and my whole face covered by my hands. why was i like this? why was i suddenly so emotional? probably the pent-up emotions i'd felt for years.


    //i'll have u know
    that even tho this is only 2 paragraphs
    it's mORE WORDS DAN URS XD    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    She... she started crying. What the hell was going on here? I blinked a few times, looking around. Why was she crying? I didn't do anything... was she crying because she was scared? I faltered slightly, sitting down. Jesus, I really was evil, wasn't I? I didn't even do anything, but apparently I'd made her break down.


    I shifted my paws a few times, listening to her sobbing. I'm a disgusting, vile excuse of a man, but it bugged me when ladies cried. I shifted back into my human form, sitting in front of her, but about two feet away. My legs were crossed and I bit on my lip. [B]"Why are you crying? I didn't do anything. Stop it," not exactly the way I'd wanted to try and cheer her up, but I didn't know what to do when someone cried. I'd been dead for so long...


    (( psh
    I'm on mobile
    I also post short on mobile xD


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [justify][size=9pt]the wolf became a human, and the human voice asked why i was crying, and said that it hadn't done anything. for about a minute, i couldn't stop crying, just sobbing into my hands, and then finally, i moved my hands down from my face and looked at my knees, shaking. i didn't look up, just allowing my hair to fall around my face and hide all of my features. swallowing, i looked down at my quaking and shivering hands.
    "n-not crying because of y-you," i stammered stubbornly, my voice shaking and full of tiny little tremors. "don't care a-about you." i slowly stood up, pressing my lips together, and looked down at him, sitting on the floor staring up at me. i hated him. i was projecting all the hatred for every person who had ever hurt me in my life onto him, even though i had no reason to. what was going on inside my head?! i must have been going crazy.


    i stepped over to the piano stool and sat down on it, resting my elbows on my knees and burying my head in my hands again, no longer sobbing, but still emotional. i hated this, but it wasn't like it really mattered. i was never going to see this person again after the evening, and it wasn't as if he could go and talk to everybody and tell them that isabella franklin had been seen crying because she was scared of a haunted house. i just hated so much that i was weak. i was going to go home sometime and have to lie in bed and remember the time that i burst into tears in front of somebody. my breaths were shuddering, slow, and my lips were pressed together as the occasional tear slid into my mouth, salty and vile-tasting. i was starving hungry, and should probably have gone to sleep, but i couldn't. the whole place was so awful.
    "god, bella," i whispered ferociously to myself. "you're so pathetic!"    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    I frowned. She didn't care about me? Well fine. I didn't care about her either. I mean, of course I didn't. I felt kind of bad that she was crying, but my frustration covered it up fairly well. I huffed and raised my hands up, as if at gun point. I stood and brushed my pants off, glancing at her. I heard her call herself pathetic, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. She wasn't pathetic. Not like I'd ever tell her that.


    [b]"Fine. Sit there and cry."


    I wasn't going to try and make her feel better. I wandered into the kitchen and looked around. It was weird, seeing the kind if modern things in here. It had a type of fridge, cabinets, a table, wood stove... Victorian things. I huffed and looked around. There was no food in here, mainly because I didn't need to eat, but also because most food just say and rotted.


    I sat down at the table and tapped my fingers against the dusty wood. I looked around before standing up and pulling out the drawers, eyeing the fancy dinnerware that was collecting dust, like everything else in this house. I dropped the drawers on the ground and began organizing the dinnerware, being too bored to do anything else.


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [justify][size=9pt]eventually, i stood up. i'd sat sobbing softly into my hands for about seven more minutes, and then i'd stopped and stood up. he'd vanished into thin air. i wondered what i ought to do; maybe i really should have run from the building. i was fast, i could probably get through the streets safely. but what if i couldn't? what if something stopped me on my way? i was five four, a normal height, but i certainly wasn't too physically strong, just in my legs, as dancing was something i enjoyed. but i couldn't fight off an attacker, especially not if they had a weapon with them. so my only choice was to stay in the house. i wandered through a series of rooms, feeling like alice in wonderland, half expecting to stumble upon a small bottle with the words 'drink me' and a tiny little cake with the words 'eat me'. eventually, however, i reached a dead end, and i had to turn and go back.


    when i reached the main hallway, i swallowed and gazed up the flight of stairs. the man had come from there. biting my lip, i began to make my way halfway up, when i stopped and glanced down at the bannister. it had blood on it, not fresh, but dried, and a dark red like wine. i stared at it for about a second, and then shook my head and turned and walked back down. the blood was too much for me - i'd seen enough blood to last me a lifetime. instead, i turned and walked in the opposite direction to where i'd previously gone, stepping into a large and pretty much empty room with a fireplace and paintings all over the white walls. to my disgust, however, this room was also littered with blood, and i shook my head, glaring down at the floor as i walked fast into the neighboring room, a kitchen where the man seemed to be bent over a task. i stepped nearer, trying to see what he was doing, and asked with a tremor in my voice,
    "what's with all the blood?"    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    Why the fuck were there so many decorative spoons? In my day, a spoon was a stick with a slighty wider end that was concave. We didn't have all this fancy metal work and intricate designs. It felt wrong, to have all these fancy spoons. You weren't supposed to eat with them, I knew that. They were just for show. So why were there so many?


    I separated the spoons into two categories; spoons that you eat with and spoons that you don't eat with. The sound of a voice made me blink and I looked up and back over my shoulder, looking at the shaken up woman. The blood? I turned my head back to spoons and held up my hands, showing her the bloody bandages. [b]"It's mine. Uncontrollable anger and self hated doesn't mix well," I muttered, going back to sorting the spoons.


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [justify][size=9pt]he said that the blood belonged to him, and i glanced down at his hands, biting my lip very slightly. he seemed to be organizing spoons, and had done something odd - he'd put all the dessert spoons into a separate pile to all the other ones. i knew dessert spoons pretty well, in fact i knew most cutlery pretty well, because i'd worked in a restaurant when i was about sixteen. i stepped over and looked down at the dessert spoons, then picked up a soup spoon, a sauce spoon, and a regular spoon. arranging them on the countertop as though around a plate, i put them at the top - first the soup, then the regular, then the sauce, then the dessert. then i began looking for knives and forks. i wasn't really interested, i just had to have something that busied me. when i couldn't find one, i pointed to the spoons and said with a frown,
    "that's a soup spoon. that's a sauce or preserve spoon - never saw the point of them, but they're important, i suppose. that's a regular spoon, and that's a dessert spoon."


    the word spoon was starting to sound weird, like when you said your name over and over again and it starts to lose its meaning, starts to become difficult to distinguish from other words. so i stopped saying it, just resting my elbows on the countertop and frowned down at the patterns. he said he hadn't been rich when he was alive, but whoever had stocked this house clearly was, because the silverwear was not only beautiful, but looked extremely expensive. i glanced over at the pile of dessert spoons and picked one out, larger than the rest, and held it up.
    "this..." i couldn't tell what it was. i turned it back and forth, trying to get some kind of idea from the handle or from the shape of it, but i couldn't. it glittered in the light. frowning, i placed it down and looked at the man. "i don't know. maybe just a decorative one."    [/size][/justify]


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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    I looked at all the decorative spoons, then bit back a groan of annoyance. Why were there spoons for different things? Why the fuck couldn't there just be spoons. No soup spoons, no salad spoons, no dessert spoons... it's stupid. I frowned and put the spoons back on the drawer, pushing it away with my foot. I almost went to go organize the forks, but I stopped myself before I could.


    I stood up and looked at all the drawers, thinking. Finally, I just huffed and left the kitchen. I wandered into the room that held the large staircase and the front door and I looked around. My body morphed into that of the woodland wolf and I flopped on the dusty ground, my surprisingly clean fur getting dirty as I rolled around on the floor, trying to relinquish my boredom.


    The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.

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    [justify][size=9pt]he wandered off, but i stayed in the kitchen, determined to find and arrange the knives and forks. rummaging through the chest of drawers, i came across a box of matches and a few candles, and lit them. then i discovered the knives and forks, and brought them out too, frowning. he had a lot of cutlery. he had forks for everything - meat forks, salad forks, fruit forks, and some much smaller ones which were obviously also dessert forks. he had steak knives and regular knives, and cheese knives and spreading knives and just knives for everything, and it took me a while to arrange them properly. after about ten minutes, however, there were twenty-three places set around the room, without any plates. what was i doing? i must have been neurotic, crazy with lack of sleep and stress and fear, and i was probably pretty miserable too. finally, i stood back, looking around at all of the silverware.


    it wasn't enough. rummaging through the doors, i grabbed a towel, and began to dust everything off so it was no longer so thick with the grey powder. i couldn't do this, i had to distract myself. when it was dusted, i began the vicious hunt for a rag and some polish, and discovered it in a chest of drawers with a few albums which i didn't glance at. i worked quickly, until every surface gleamed and shone so much you could almost see your reflection in it. it was actually a pretty beautiful place when it was clean. afterwards, i found a sponge and a dripping tap, and began to scrub at all of the glass doors of the cabinet, determined to make everything beautiful. it was hard work, getting the grime from what must have been centuries off of the glass, and then i turned to the walls, scrubbing at the blood until there was no trace of it left. finally, i set some of the candles down in strategic places, trying to make the whole room look pretty.


    then i turned and walked back into the hallway, sitting down on the stairs and gazing down at the wolf who was flopping about like a seal. i rested my elbows on my knees, my eyes bland and empty. i'd likely be very bored here for the evening.
    "the kitchen just sort of... happened," i said eventually, licking my dry lips. "i'm not sure why, i wouldn't question it. if it upsets you, i'll fix it." i didn't want to make him mad. he was nice for not making me go sleep in the cold and wet outside. i looked down at him, tilting my head to one side and tucking a strand of bright red hair behind my ear. my hair had always been my defining feature - i was 'that girl with all the red hair'. nobody else i knew had such ginger hair, and i liked it. it was pretty. eventually, i asked, "what's your name?"


    //she is so stressed she's calm
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    Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.


    God, I was so bored. An eternity in this place was already driving me insane... she said something about the kitchen and I raised my head, looking over at the entrance to it. I didn't understand what she meant, but whatever. I'll go look at it later. I opened my large jaws, my pink tongue rolling out as I yawned, my head falling back on the floor as I lay still on the dusty ground.


    My name? Good question. It's been years since I've even thought about it... centuries, actually. I don't even remember it... I know I would recognize it if it was said, but I can't remember what it was... I stood up and ran up the stairs, looking around. I know I wrote my name on a piece of paper once, in case I forget. I sniffed around until I found the paper, then grabbed it with my teeth and ran back downstairs, my tail wagging a bit. My wolf form was much happier than my human form. I dropped the paper in front of her, sitting down and staring at her.


    J-e-r-i-c-h-o


    Je-ish-oh


    Why is the 'r' even there if it's not pronounced?


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    [justify][size=9pt]he looked so happy as a wolf, and i smiled slightly. i loved animals, but i knew he wasn't really a wolf. he was the man who had scared off everybody. when he ran towards me, i moved away and tensed up, and breathed out in relief as he just scurried on past me. i hated that my immediate response to someone touching or nearly touching me was to assume that they wanted to hurt me. i'd back away and freeze like a cornered wild animal, making myself as small as i possibly could so that i wouldn't be noticed. he returned a few moments later with a slip of paper in his mouth, and dropped it before me. i picked it up and read it. jericho. how was that said? i read it aloud, first saying it as 'jay-ree-ko', and then frowning and shaking my head. that was the city from the book his dark materials. maybe it was said like jer-ish-o. i pronounced it like that and looked up, head tilted.


    "said like that?" i asked. slowly, i slid off the stairs and knelt in front of him, staring into his eyes with my own wide and curious. i wasn't afraid of him any more; if he was going to kill me, then surely he would have done it by now? my logic might have been twisted, but it was, in my mind, sensible. i bit my lip, extending my hand, and then laying it back in my lap. i wanted so badly to stroke his fur, but i didn't. i knew boundaries. they were there for a reason, and i would never touch another person unless i knew they wanted me to. all the same, i extended my hand, holding it near him. it was like i was asking for permission to pet him. when he looked like this, it was so easy to forget what he looked like - tall and dangerous and glowing black. i bit my lip, my head tilted as i knelt on my legs. [/size][/justify]


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