(Post by Kiku)



I was once a fallen angel...now I am the leader of the Shadow Realm. People control my destiny. Not myself.



"BlackSheep," Tubbs was shouting, "What the heck are you doing!?" Something was sticking out of his mouth. Teeth? Fangs?!



She turned, and I saw her expression. "Shut up, Tubbs. You're the only one I haven't killed yet..."



Something fell on Tubbs, who shouted again. Dishes? Cups? Melissa screamed at him, as usual.



Vampires. Bloody vampires.



Who was a vampire in this shadowy tavern? Was even my own dear friend, Timothy Hyperion Purr, a vampire? Because of someone's treachery?



I simply stared and watched, from my dark corner in the 4th Dimension, unwilling to help even my own companions...



Kiki, my treacherous clone created by a rabbit named Ducky, pointed a bony finger at Tubbs and laughed bitterly. Was it because someone else died?



The little jewel around my neck was glowing red. Could that have really meant that my friend (T.H.P) was gone? It had been made so that I would know when people died...