Shori: A Recollection of My Vampiress

Volume I
Shori-des,
I want to see my vampiress once again. My heart is unsettled as I have a feeling that I might lose her forever. I must act fast lest I want to be broken. No longer have the desire to own a harem, her heart is the only thing I wish to possess. Only two days have passed by since I last saw her tantalizing features. Her stare, undoubtedly of a vampiress, hexed me and bound my heart into her curse. As I write this down, my heart is lost in a chaotic sea without a lifejacket to stay afloat. Feeling so helpless but I cannot forget that stare. The shining morning sun brought out that murderous glare that threw my heart into overdrive mode. I still remember that very moment as Grandfather Time swayed his pendulum slowly and snickered away, returning me back to normality. I shall despair alone for now.

Volume II
Shori-des,
I am afraid of losing my vampiress' image in my head. It kills me slowly inside, knowing her image fades as I write. Her most striking feature would be the deadly pair of gorgeous eyes of golden brown iris, capable of paralyzing any on-lookers who would dare to stare right into it (maybe it only applies to me). Those wavy eyelashes curtaining her murder weapon will lure you deeper into the trap. Once the trap springs, there is no escape. Her puckering pale lips as if appealing to me for kisses to colour it red. The sight of her flawless skin so fair creates an itching desire to touch. A sense of relief washes down my spine as I finally penned down my first encounter for I shall never forget of it until my heart is found again.


Volume III
Shori-des,
It rained all morning and the weather is in a cloudy state, a mirror of my emotion. Drowning from the excessive bleeding of a missing piece. And now enshrouded by the fog of gloominess as the bleeding subsided for awhile. I am falling asleep more than usual today, dreaming of her beautiful stare. Forced to exit the wonderland as teachers tried to keep me awake for their lessons. As sad tears welled up in my eyes, I ponder upon the possibility of seeing her in my dreams again later tonight. I am growing numb from the pain of a missing heart. An empty vessel I shall become if this goes on. I must connect the missing link or else... Time is running out.

Volume IV
Shori-des,
I felt her presence on a Friday. But Cupid bullseyed me the next day, a Saturday. A week has gone by and I found her... on the Internet. It has been a torturous wait. I grow weary of waiting. My patience is as thin as the popiah's skin (weird that some humour can still sneak in). Desperate to the point where any kind of assitance is appreciated.
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I received information during recess from Oscar. Her inactiveness on the Internet worries me. How would she notice the gesture I made last night? My final resort would be Plan B. Oscar, the Magician. Shower me with your blessings, God.


P.S. First four volumes up first... The remaining four would be in the next post.