Hearing a gun shot, I bolt up in bed faster than I ever thought possible and then grab my knife from my pants pocket.  I hide in the corner by the closet, because I have a nasty feeling that they are coming for me.  The Luminous group must have tracked me down and I am about to have to deal with them.When the door flies off it’s hinges violently, I realize that someone just kicked it a good one.  Someone big and really strong.  While it flies across the room, I watch it out of the corner of my eye as it lands on the bed between me and the place where the door once stood.  A shadow looms through the opening and then I see a hulking man slowly walk in, before staring directly at me with red tinged eyes.Not knowing what to do, I stand there waiting to see what he will do next.  I know damn well, that if I attack and gauge it wrong, I will be on the bed with the door and possibly worse.  Perhaps, I won’t make it out of here,

After 6 months of laying low, I have found myself staying in a flat in San Francisco.  My favorite thing to do as of late is ride the trolleys from work and then back home.  The people here are all so friendly and the best part is, I haven’t seen hide nor tale of “her” anywhere in my searches on the internet. The thing is, honestly, I kind of miss “her” and our game.  The one thing I am glad about though is that she has stopped stealing people’s souls and killing others for fun.  I happen to know that she doesn’t need to eat for sustenance, and it really makes me disgusted to know that she does it just because she can.Unfortunately, I just checked my computer after work tonight and I see something that disturbs me.  Reminding me of the days when I used to have to hunt her down and was always a step behind, I see a report of a woman with bright red hair attacking someone on a dark road.  &ldq

Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself.  I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them.  When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it.  Her “True” form, I am pretty sure. Strands of spit run down her fangs and onto the floor, where the moonlight shines on it and reflects off into the dark.  I hear her tell tale cackle and then her hiss before she moves slowly towards me and I finally free my feet.  Quickly reaching for my knife in its sheath, I touch the tip right before she manages to get to my leg and grasp it with her razor-sharp claws.  Knowing that ri

Hearing a sound in the early morning, I scan the room to find her sitting there staring at me.  My migraine is gone, and the crows have stopped cawing, but that stench.  It needs to go away, before I hurl onto the covers. Whenever, I have caught a scent of her lately, it is so rancid that it smells ten thousand times worse than a dumpster full of rotten seafood.  I should know, because one time I did a stint at a local lobster manufacturing facility in Maine for a few months, while waiting for her to show her precious face around.  Eventually, she did and then I pounced on her like a cat playing with his mouse. The only problem at that time was there were too many people around to get hurt.  I ended up having to give up my pursuit of “her” before my coworkers found out.  Then of course, it was too late to find her anymore.Peering into the darkness, I strain my eyes and then see a faint glow in the shadows.&n