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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 3:55 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:27 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:14 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:23 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:41 am
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Morganna was in the dinner working. When she was at work she uses her old name Morgan Harper. It was a extermly slow day that day. She wished she didn't even have to come to work. They did wonder why somone who looked 16 was out of school but she explained she was home schooled.
She was bored and looking out the window. She was on her break and since she could not feed here she just staired out the window. She missed her husband so much, it was all her fult. Why did she attack that clergy's wife so many years ago. If she wasn't so young and stupid he would still be alive.
She hated humans since that day, but she would never have human slave. She didn't believe in slaves, they were disgusting to her. The whole idea's of slaves were disgusting. She did of course like being bad, she thrived at it. Being bad took her mind of her husband, but not always.
She hated working with humans. How could they eat this stuff? It looked so unapatizing and if they knew how it was made. The thought alone made her cringe. She'd stick with her blood, where she gets at the local food bank.
If she felt like being naughty she would attack a human. But that was on rare ocassion. If she felt threaten she would attack, but she usually doesn't go out at night alone. She doesn't go out by herself at all only to go to work. She looked around most of her co-workers were on their break talking to each other.
She couldn't care less, if they didn't talk to her. She liked to be on her own. She wasn't always this anti-social, she was once a fun loving girl who loved to be with friends. But all things come to a end, her's came when she lost the only one she'd ever love. Since that day she became a loner, unemotional, cold, a bit of her died when he died.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:19 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:35 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 5:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 5:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 3:33 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:27 am
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