matthias, ellis silas.

[ELLIS SILAS MATTHIAS]

ellis silas matthias , ------------------
---------------------------------------- TWENTY-SIX , VAMPIRE , REBEL , DECEIVING.

"PULLED UP AT THE STOP LIGHT , DID DRUGS ON THE DASHBOARD LOOK AT TH
E MESS WE MADE TONIGHT ---------------------------------------------------------------"

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ELLIS SILAS MATTHIAS
beloved son, brother and friend.
may he find peace on the otherside.
1984 - 2002

I don't know whether to find the grave ironic or just really, severely fucked up. what otherside are my parents talking about exactly? heaven, hell? they know i don't believe in that and even if i did they should be pretty damn certain i wouldn't be waiting at the pearly gates. i'm still glad they think i'm dead though, well, deader than i am right now. have to admit, yea, that standing in front of the grave messed with my head a little. it's like the final step into accepting what i am, everything that was human about me, everything that i once was is now dead. it's lying beneath the earth whilst my body, an empty shell of the mortal i was, still lives, animated by the thirst for blood, pain and dominance. it's not actually that bad a life, i live by my own rules, i do as i wish, i feed on whoever i want and i fucking love it. there's nobody i have to impress, nobody who cares enough to stop me. so.. well, fuck it.

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to-do list;;
1. food. get it.
2. dispose of corpse someplace inappropriate. library, school, park, etc.
3. track down the girl who took a photo of me ¬¬ kill her.
4. take camera.
5. phone home to hear something familiar.
5. rob local store. fucking rent.
6. find something to do for the rest of the bloody night.

playlist;;
buckcherry crazy bitch
papa roach getting away with murder
kings of leon sex on fire
sidney samson riverside
the medic droid fer sure
cobra starship good girls go bad
alien ant farm smooth criminal

contents of bedroom drawers;;
pants. switchblade. socks. two pairs of jeans. four shirts. one pair of toe socks. forgotton comb. couple of drained aa batteries. unused mobile phone. note book. kama sutra. broken biro. half empty biro. crumpled receipts. condoms. broken eyeliner. finger torch. sciossors. jar of beads. ball of wool. a small photograph of his family, buried beneath everything. various passports and drivers licences, his victims. mint breath freshener. baby wipes. defaced bible. unworn slippers.

score sheet;;
child male 14
child female 19
teen male 165
teen female 532
adult male 104
adult female 209
elderly male 9
elderly female 4
total 1056

families 68
nightclubs 2
late night church service 12
total 570

overall total 1626 humans dead by my hand.

for an eight year run i would say i'm lacking in my kill count. disappointed in myself a little, i never even ate every day according to that, bullshit. though, i did keep quite a few of them for a while, draining them slowly. i get so bored when i don't have a pet project, i find myself just staring into space, anger and the thirst warring together inside. i tend to go and kill groups of people when that occurs, it's difficult to hide shit like that from the press.
so i make friends. i keep people by my side, getting them addicted to me, it's fucking fantastic. such a great way to kill them, have them begging me for my attention, only to drain them dry, their whimpers trailing off to absolute silence.
i need to up my game this year. let's get myself noticed >)

HI, MY NAME IS CHRIS. I'M NINETEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM OR MSN AND I ALSO PLAY ALEKSANDER, KISTEN AND UM, UNNAMED HUMAN. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY BONJOUR :3

MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.

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