• Here I am again, walking the dark corridors of my mind. I know where most of them lead; to her, to the one girl in my life I love, my Rose. But that's not what I'm here for today. I've shut myself up in my mind to find something far darker, far more sinister; my memories. I know what I am, after all I fed on Halloween, but I don't know how I became what I am... who I am. I'm trying to find my past but in my mind it's really hard to locate. I walk further, deeper into the recesses of my mind. Passing memory after memory I walk. My first kiss... no, wrong one. My first hints of bloodlust... close, but not quite. Whoop, another Rose door... these things are everywhere, like Amscot or Starbucks. I've walked down every hallway it seems before I see another door. A pitch black door set eerily into the wall. "Yatta." I mutter silently as I approach this final door. I know not what it may hold but after all I've been through I must know. I place my hand upon the blood red doorknob but pull away hurriedly. I give a small yelp of pain, the knob burning hot as if forged in the very bowels of hell. Ah well, a few calluses never hurt anyone too bad. I quickly grab the blood droplet of a doorknob and wrench the door open gazing into blackness as deep and dark as the door itself. But do I quake? No. I fear not the darkness. I embrace it as if it were my flesh and blood. It is part of me... the biggest part of me. The darkness flows from the door and surrounds my body as a cloak. "Now then, take me to them. Your masters: the ones who did this to me. I must know their faces." I demand the cloak as it feels like an arm around my shoulders. It leads me into the darkness and I see figures. A few meager flickers of light illuminate their faces and finally I see why I am who I am; who turned me into this. As for their names.... well... that is for my mind only. Not yours. Quietly I walk out of the room, the cloak trying to hold me back, trying to take me back to them. I spy another door and quickly walk towards it. It is the most common door in my mind and the cloak slowly dissipates with each step I take towards it. I rest my hand upon the handle of the flowery door and open it, envisioning my love's face once more.