Vampire rule the world. Ordinary humans either be food or toys. The king of the vampire, Kuon. Vampire have different ranks. The lowest rank: Normal vampire, ability to only suck blood. The noble rank: Mage vampires, ability to use magic within their range and power. The highest rank: Pure vampire, ability to control vampires once it suck their blood and able to use high level magic. The deadliest vampire in the world: The berserk vampire, they go crazy and starts to attack vampires, humans, anything in its path. Berserk vampire is born by humans. When human get their blood sucks by vampires they turn into soil for the earth...but vampires also have their own foe. The devils! Devils are able to suck blood also and use magic within their own limits. Devil suck human blood= berserk vampire. Vampires and Devil mostly have more males and rarely have female creatures. As devil lurk in the dark trying to control the world, the vampire already rule the world by the king Kuon. Kuon is the king because he is the son of the previous king and he is also a Pure vampire. Within this bloody world only one part of the world lays purity, let us human, let our voice reach to the heroes, let this prayer be heard!

He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his words. He stays that way for a moment before sliding his hand down my forearm and slowly pulling his head away. Our bodies still touching, he looks down at me with a smirk on his lips before he lets me go and walks away without another word. ~~~~ He is not the same person anymore. He has secrets. With him in her life, it is just a bittersweet tragedy.

This is one of my favorite Poem. I am just putting it on here so that other's might read it and enjoy this Hauntingly Great Poem by Edgar Allan Poe. The poem show's the human need to self torture. In “The Raven,” Poe exploits several themes that are found throughout his creative works, including the tragic death of a beautiful woman at a young age, and the grief of the bereft young man whose affection for his lost love transcends the physical boundaries of death and life. The motif of the “devil-beast” as the harbinger of misery and sorrow, found here in the form of the raven, is another theme common to the creative works of Poe. I repeat this is not my work but a work of a genius by the name Edgar Allan Poe.