Alas, my bloodlust wasn't over.

Samantha wasn't my only victim on that fateful day, though she was the one who died peacefully.... the dark, murky waters of the sea left her breathless in less than a minute...I know because she told me that in the afterlife(remember how I mentioned that I died twice??). She didn't want her Earthly body anyway, and told me so when I met her...she mentioned that she was thinking about ending her life anyway. That was the reason for her joining us on my birthday. She was a bitch, sure, but inside, she was just a sad little girl.

In fact,I feel bad for her sometimes, even though she ruined my birthday.

Anyway, no time to spare...I have 200 years' worth of stories to tell you and it ain't gonna finish at this speed.

So, onto Amanda, my next victim.

Sweet, bubbly, cheerful Amanda.

Always caring, confident, sunny Amanda.

My SISTER, Amanda.

What did she do to me, you ask?

Well, she didn't do anything to me...she actually did something to my lover, Nathaniel Patrick. To be more precise, she did HIM. She was a TRUE bitch, and she deserved to die with every bit of pain that i projected to her body, while Neil watched from afar, scared.

Scared, so scared, of me that he eventually killed himself. In his suicide letter, he wrote that he was scared that I was "coming for him" and that I was "metally deranged" (whatever that meant). But you don't believe that do you? I may be evil, but that doesn't mean you think such nasty things about me.

Back to Amanda.

We had been very close when we were little. We would share everything, from dolls to clothes, to books to friends. I guess, somewhere along the line, she figured (VERY wrongly, as it turns out...unlucky for you, BITCH!!) that she could share my lover too.

Yeah well, turns out, I wasn't that generous.

So when I found out (through Samantha, of all people!!) that she was making love to my darling Neil Patrick, I got angry, so very, very angry!!

I got a pick-axe from the captain's quarters and made my way to the corner of the deck where Samantha had seen them "canoodling".

When i saw them, I slapped both of them across the face, realising only later that Neil ( <3 ) wasn't there of his own accord. He had been tricked into going along with her to the deck.

I wasn't done with Amanda, though.

When Samantha had first told me about Amanda taking Neil to the deck, I had brushed it off. Then, when we had our fight, and she fell in to the water, her last words to me had been, "I wasn't lying!". At that time, I had hated to think that she knew and believed such a horrid thing about my sister, but then i decided to check it out for myself. With a pick-axe.

Continuing the story...

You know how you think that you have everything in place and that nothing can ruin all the happiness you have? Yeah, well; sorry to burst your bubble but that does not happen. Think of a crime that you do. You wipe out all evidence from the site. You know that nothing can get you caught. But then you realise that you left a very, very important clue and then going, "Oh, no..." will not help you. The same was the case on my twenty-sixth birthday. Oh, how I wish that bitch Samantha hadn't joined me, my family and my lover on my private yacht to Cannes. Everything would have been perfect without that hag.

So, I was on my yacht, casually sipping my wine when that woman, Samantha, walked over to me and said, 'I am so glad that you decided to choose this very yacht to mark the celebration of your day, Ms. Hemendip. Your great-grandfather had gifted it to your father on the day you were born. Had he been alive, he would have been so proud.'
'Yes, well; I am grateful that you could grace the occasion with your presence.'
'Ah, the pleasure is mine, Ms. Hemendip', she smiled.
'And I am also sure that my late great grandfather, the former Count of Richmond is smiling up at us at this very moment.'
'Looking up, my dear?' Samantha was obviously confused. See, she was never really fast.
'Yes, Ms. Parker', I nodded. 'Looking up...from hell.'
'From hell? How dare you speak of your great-grandfather, the former Count of Richmond, with such harsh words?!'
'That is quite alright, Ms. Parker. He was a priceless man and I am sure we feel his absence greatly but to not think of him as a resident of hell would be silliness. Surely, everybody knows that he went to hell.'
'Zxy!'
'Ms. Hemendip to you, if you please, Ms. Parker!'
'I will not give you the respect you suppose you deserve!' she said and unbelievable as it sounds, she gave me a push and I almost fell flat. So, I grew iffy and pushed her, too. A bit too much.
'Oh, no...' I said as she gasped and fell straight...into the water.

So, not much happened on my birthday...I just killed another human being.

The first quarter of my long journey

They say life is not a bed of roses....they? People, of course. People. people, people...people are just so opinionated. Why can they not let everyone be in their own worlds where nothing can haunt them as dismally as people themselves? Well, all of that is a matter of concern for all those who actually suffer. I was...well, I was awesome! I had all I ever wanted! I had a mansion for a home (given the fact that my father was the Count of York, thank you very much:)), I had heaps and piles of currency and none of the Dollar crap; I had pure, powerful Pounds. And to top it all, I had the perfect lover, too;)
I had fun in the first quarter of my journey till I completed half of that quarter. To date, I rue the day I turned twenty six....but, more on that later!