Gosh,
I am so inspired!! Thanks to krokun! My love for vampires has grown exponentially.
I mean, who is not into Vampires??
I am always trying to find a manga or anime about vampires! I say, who ever made the legend of Vampires made up a great thing!
And thanks again krokun!!!
Below is a video trail of the manga Vampire Knight:
Here is a cool Vampire:
I found out that TheOtaku runs better on Mozilla Firefox than internet explorer 
lol Other than that discovery....I JUST GOT A BRAND NEW LAPTO! WOOOT! I haven't stop using it yet! Soon I will get a scanner so I can scan all of my drawings that I need to put on here!!
So what's up everyone??
I just came back to look at my worlds and I was surprised to see fiction....I had forgotten all about it lol and I am also surprised because it is really good I am back again everyone! I'm going to use this world for a blog, my stories, and random artwork! 
Exerpt For An Idea Of A OC I Am Going To Create For A Story....Tell Me What You Think
"If I were a vampire would you love me the same way, see me the same way you do now?" Isis whispered to herself. The dying question that burned with intensity to be answered. I need clarity. The truth. But the truth is what could end everything. Could changed what was supposed to be permanyly planned. But that isn't my problem. That's a different story, with it's own problem, in it's own little world. I am focused on now, this very moment, on which words cause a chain reaction of different events. Things are going to change...
Lol okay I'm sorry I found this picture hes the Vampire King andd I doon't know if he should be included in my Vampires story but I'm adding 2 special charaters and they are my Hot Werewolf dude Zero and my very sweet Vampire Dude Kante and I wanted you guy to see The Picture is sooo awesome
Bow down to the Cool Vampire king I would hug him if he didn't look very dangerous
Heres a story I am starting...i will finish it if its appealing...
Chapter 1
Truth
Isis, ah yes. I am Isis. Isis Raven Darkmoon.
Why does life go by fast?
Why does it seem so slow now?
Why does the world keep passing by?
In this world we are vampires…
Vampires, who aren’t vicious, who are purebloods...
Though we hide from the world,
We are not scared.
We shouldn’t be the ones to blame…
It should be the ones who are damned,
The ones who should die are…
The Elders…
Who gave us purebloods…
Life as long as a bad reputation.
I am asking, why?
Why does life go by fast?
Why does it seem so slow now?
Why does the world keep passing by?
We are forever damned by those damn elders.
We are alone…
As it will always be…
And our lust for humans grow.
. Isis Raven Darkmoon.
Chapter 2
The Beginning
What is it the draws us to humans? Is it exactly the blood? Or the sheer excitement of sight? Or the need of companions that will never happen? Perhaps its deeper. Deeper than what everyone wants to believe. Humans are naïve. So naïve, that infact, they never accept fate. So I ask myself, what draws me to a human? I have never been able to answer that question for myself. Nor have the ability to. It’s like its right in front of me but I can’t reach out to grab it. For years now I have been searching for the answer, but as I have already figure it out, it may not even exist for me.
Mother was always crying, crying tears of blood. For reasons I soon came to find out. I never realized, nor understood the circumstances, of which were at hand. My mother always kept me happy as a child. Spoiled me perhaps and I now realize why. To hide me from the truth. The fate that awaits me. It’s kind of funny. Being naïve as a child. Mother always whispered in my ear, while smiling, and say, “Isis, don’t grow up too fast.” She would giggle and looked like the happiest person in the world. I always giggled back and gave her a hug promising not to grow up one bit.
Father had a job at night, Mother told me. When I asked her why she would hush me gently and talked about something else. I always woke up early, every day before sunrise, to see father in his dark gleaming suit walk into the house. I would run up to him and hug him tightly and smiling. It seemed like Father was sick every time he went to work. He always had no color in his skin, but I never asked about it. Father always brought me sweet treats home. My favorite being Raspberry-Filled Donuts! I always ate them slowing, eating each bite as if it where going to disappear any minute. My Mother always came to me and wiped my mouth of with her silky white handkerchief and chuckled. Then Father and Mother would disappear into their room in talk.
I was always different from my parents. I looked different too. I had pure silver hair with burgundy eyes, while my parents both had black hair. When I grew up into my puberty age I became, somewhat different. From a naïve child to a restless teen. I grew fangs which I began to realize would change my life forever. It was when it was dinner time, Mother was cooking and Father was reading a book at the table. I began sweating, even though I wasn’t hot. I began trembling and spacing out. Father just closed his book gently and set it on the table. Mother stopped cutting the vegetables and looked at Father. Father nodded at her and she
approached me lifting her sleeve. “Isis, dear, you have grown up so fast,” She said rubbing my hair with the opposite hand. She smiled and held her wrist out horizontally to me. Reassuringly she said, “Bite, and drink, child!” Though I didn’t want to my body controlled me. Wanting to bite so bad. I slowly bit into her wrist and sucked the blood. It wasn’t good nor bad it was just satisfying. She pushed my forehead back, and wiped the blood the dripped from my mouth with the same handkerchief she used to clean sweets off my face. I was shocked at what happened and began crying thinking I hurt Mother. I looked at where I bit her and it was almost gone Father just went back to reading and Mother returned to her cooking. I just sat there puzzled and somewhat confused.
Later my Mother and Father met their fate. When they where murdered. I was out running an errand for my parents, even though I dislike going out in the sun much. When I returned home there was blood spattered everywhere like someone who just did Expressionism in Art. I froze and slowly traced my eyes to the couch and say my parents dead on the couch. I began crying, tears of blood, and that’s when I understood those same tears of my Mother. Those same tears that I was so naïve about. The tears of truth. The scent of the blood flooded out all other sense and my heart began to race and my blood boiled. I fell to the ground trying to resist the urge to feed. It hurt so bad and I blacked out.
I ended up waking up in the hospital. It was so white and the light was blinding. I hated it and my body was still lusting for blood. I sat up and looked around noticing to shadows in the glass window of the door. A man in a suit greeted me and I stared blankly at him restraining myself from hurting him. He sat in the chair next to my bed and smiled. How could he smile at me with all I have gone through? “Isis, I am your parents Lawyer,” He said gently. He reached out a hand, “I am Keith Aber” I just stared at him refusing to touch him. “Well alright, your parents left me the Will to take care of,” He said in a sophisticated way. Annoying to me.
To Be Continued (Chapter 2)...
