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Chapter 1!

                                                                           ~lamby's pov~
            "Lamby!!!!" loboda roared throughout the house. You heard her stomping towards where you were sitting on the couch nonchalantly. Your body frozen in fear as her nails dug into your shoulder, peircing your tender flesh. You bite your lip trying not to let the tears stream from their confinment. The pressure was removed as she jumped over the back of the couch, and laid her legs on your lap. She laid back on the pillow behind her for support and placed her hands behind her neck.
           "WHAT THE ACTUAL FLUFF, LOBODA!!?!??" You shouted at her and laid your arms on her legs. She laughed a little bit and reached a hand in her white hoodie pocket.   You huffed in an annoyed tone at her.
"I was just messing with you, lamby. No need to get moody bruh!" she giggled while pulling out a shiny, black 9" hunting knife out of her hoodie pocket. You squealed and took the knife from her greedily. She giggled along with you turning the knife with the blade facing you. As you press your tongue against it and move your tongue up the blade, your tongue was bleeding down the middle because of what you did, but you didnt care.
" You actually got my knife clean! thanks sooooii mush loboda!!!" You hugged her legs and then ran upstairs to your room; shutting and locking the door.you quickly took off your clothes not carring if anybody was peeping throught your window at your body.
                                                                               ~P.O.V???~
             I sat on a tree limb making sure she couldnt see me like always and looked through her window. She stripped off her clothes and giggled with excitement. damn... she is mmmmm. she put on a lacey black thong with a matching bra, then threw on a small tight deep purple ruffle skirt with a black hoodie. she grabbed her knife, a deep red crept onto your face, watching her. she disappeared out of her room, and I could hear her telling somebody she would be back in a little bit, then I heard their front door open and shut quickly. shit... slendy gonna get mad if I stay out too late. I whispered 'till later my lollipop' . as I watched her walk down the street.
                                                                        ~Lamby's P.O.V.~

              I thought I heard somebody saying something...  Lamby quit thinking, its dangerous! I walked down the abandoned street and walked to somebody's house that I was used to going over to when I was young, I climbed up a tree and jumped onto the roof, then I noticed that the window was cracked open a little bit. You opened it slowly and climbed into the boyish looking room. You stood beside his bed as he was sleeping, Your nose felt funny, realizes what was about to happen you covered your nose and he woke up to you sneezing. The sound was muffled by your hand covering your nose.

"L-lamby... is that you?? Your sneeze... I remember you had the cutest sneeze in our whole school." He whispered as if he met an old friend who he missed so dearly. You smiled sweetly as him as your light grey eyes turned a dark purple and you gripped the knife in your hoodie pocket.

"Haii! Johnothan Rosas, Its nice that you remembered my curse of a sneeze, but Your time in this world is over. Its your time to die, my love..." You whispered back in an angel's voice. Before he could answer, you quickly slide the knife across his neck pressing hard, cutting deep into his throat making blood fill his mouth and lungs as you giggled at the sight. He gurgled a little bit before his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You headed out of his room and down the hallway quietly towards the parent's bedroom. You made your way to the husband side of the bed and watched him sleep peacefully. Should he die first? yeah he looks too peaceful, it makes me sick... You snarled as you stabbed his chest 10 times as his eyes opened quickly moving his arms to block his bloody-wounded chest. He silently begged you to spare his wife, HA!!!!You didn't giving a flying fuck about their pathetic lives! You laughed loudly like a maniac and crawled on top of the wife who was now screaming as she saw her dead worthless husband brutally murdered. Damn! she is annoying.. You swiftly stabbed her head and cut down her torso and tore out her intestines. You pulled out her heart and sunk your sharp cat like teeth into the blood filled organ and chewed slowly, moaning softly because of how good it tasted. You licked some of the blood off the knife and wiped it on the blankets of the dead parent's bed. You heard police sirens getting closer, and you quickly cut a heart shape onto each of the bodies; with having your job finished you ran back home. When you got home you cleaned off the smears of blood on your knife, you noticed the blood splattered all over your body from when you killed the family. You went to your room and into your bathroom after closing your door. You stripped the bloody clothes and undergarments from your pale body now stained with blood. You put the bloodied clothes in the dirty laundry basket, and You turned on the hot water; steeping into the shower. As the water runs down over your stained body, you look down at the once clear light blue crystal clear water that is now a pink rose translucent color. You put some soap on the blackish-purple loofah then gliding it all over your body cleansing you of all your stress. You wash your strawberry-blonde hair with purple tips, not wanting to get out of the shower, but you known you have to get out some time tonight. A sigh escapes your lips as you turn off the water and get out drying yourself off. You throw on a bra and some panties ( of course both matching purple!) with a black tank-top. You sit on the edge of your queen-sized bed looking at the plain web-gray walls of your room. Loboda runs into your room and stands angrily  in front of your pale innocent form. She said something about she was mad at you for not telling her what you were going out to do, but you were too lost in thought about your parents to listen. You cry out in pain as loboda towers over you. she slapped you, and your body hit the  floor with a loud thud, leaving a deep red hand-print on your face. why did she slap me? nobody has slapped me since my f-father died...