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i sat there wondering why Joker always cries when he talks about his kitten. She was so young and and beautiful, she made the best meow, he would say. he just sit's there and cry talk about how the vampires had killed her, and against his own will he became one. He became a monster that lives off blood. He will pull out his wallet and look at the pictures in it. I have never seen them but when he cries like that i wonder how close his cat was to him. he never cries about anything no matter who he kills he is proud of it, but he cries over a dead cat. I don't understand him. I never had.

I got up to go towards the kitchen, leaving the warm fire's warmth off my pale skin. My shoes creaked on the old wooden floor. I went up stairs each step my head pounded. The long stair case went all the way to the roof, but i needed a drink first. A cat! Who is joker, why would he cry over something like that. I don't think that is Joker, i have to keep an i on him. Joker is to strong to cry over a cat. I wouldn't even cry over a cat. and what was that like 5000 years ago. Joker is older human age than i am vampire age. i grew dizzy from all the cries in moans he made p in his room. Should i really be thinking like this, of course it is joker. I guess he just has a week side for cats.... Or that cat.

I reached the black and white dusty tiled kitchen. I walked over to the cabinet and found a wine glass. I took out the glass and rinsed off all the dust, it stood cold in my hands. I walked to the wine bottles where only one red wine was my interest. Jokers famous blood wine. Human blood spiced with seasons i never even herd of. The thick red slush poured in the glass, staining the edges. i lifted up the rim to my mouth and drank one sip, when in the total dark house, Jokers cries stooped and a weird yellow light came from his room.

I set down the wine and went over to his room curious. was i going to find him dead, was i going to find him with a gun in his head, was i going to find his inner most secret. When i got there i only say him in a red velvet chair facing the wall with a projector filming him when he was once human. I smiled, i never thought he would dare look back on his life. He always said look forward you might die looking back. but here he was, breaking his own law.

His hair was much longer then and he was more tan. there was not scars on his eyes or anything, just a regular guy.