L.O.V.E -damn thing is too short >.>-

Love is one of the hardest and funniest words to say to someone. It has so many meanings, but in the end they all end up as one. It takes many life times to really mean it, and this is how I got to say it.
For those of you who don’t care who I am, skip on to chapter one, for those of you who want to know who I am, then listen to what I am about to tell you, because some things are more deadly than you think.
I’m Celine Nightrosé. I’m dead, hard to think of that huh?, I’ve been dead for more than fifty years. No, I know what you’re thinking… I’m not a vampire. I’m a ghost. Yeah it might be scary for some, of all those ghost stories. But I’m something more beautiful and powerful then what you might think of a ghost is.
Now some of you may think I’m crazy, or a madwoman. No, I’m not. This is another point, if you think I’m crazy at this point. Stop reading, go away, have fun with something else. If not, keep reading. Come with me into my past, I’ll show you when it started, how it started, when I died.

I looked down on a girl lying on the floor. She looked like me, but she couldn’t be me, could she? I kneeled down beside her, her hands were bloody and holding her side. Just by looking at her I knew she was dead. I tilted my head; she had the same ring as me. She was a Nightrosé.
“Hey!!! Someone help!!! I found someone dead!!” I called out.
No one answered. Odd, there were a lot of people when I came.
“Hey!!! There’s someone here! She’s hurt!!” I called out again.
Still no one.
“Hello!!!” I yelled.
Still no one.
I got up and went to the door, right as it opened. The door went right through me. What the heck… I shook my head. It’s all in my head… Some guys came in with a big bag and started picking the girl up.
“Hey!!! What are you doing!!! She’s hurt!!” I yelled.
They didn’t hear me.
“What the heck are you doing with her?!” I yelled in a guy’s ear.
“Did you hear that, Miguel?” a guy asked.
“Hear what?” the guy that must have been Miguel answered.
The put the girl’s body into the bag. I got mad, why are they doing this to the girl that clearly was my cousin. They started out the door.
“Put her down!!!” I yelled after them.
This is so weird; they haven’t noticed me at all. They must have been the ones to kill her. So sad, she looks so like me… I continued running after them. For some reason as I was running the name Celine came to my mind. It must have been the girl’s name.
“Put Celine down!!” I yelled.
Still they didn’t stop as they were putting her into the back of a car.
I just hopped into the car next to the girl. I’d have to do something, save her somehow. Call the cops? Nah, I don’t have my cell phone, and I can’t leave the girl.
After hours of watching the two man tie weighs onto the girl and throw her into a lake, I couldn’t handle it anymore and ran home. Where was my home? What was my name…? I couldn’t remember, and I was scared of that.
I was just walking around downtown area, hoping to remember something, and walked past a shop showing the news in the front window.
“In other news, we have new reports on the missing girl case, the girl has now been missing for two weeks. It is not likely she is alive, hope and prayers she is. If anyone has any news on the were abouts of Celine Nightrosé is, please call the New Salem police.” The man on the TV said. They showed a picture of me, or the girl, or was it me?
It couldn’t be me… I was alive and healthy and walking around out in the daylight, or nightlight. I closed my eyes and remembered where I lived. I started running there.
When I got there I ran up to the door. I didn’t have my keys or anything. How would I get in? Call out to my parents?
“Mom!!! Dad!!! I’m home!! I don’t have my keys! Can you let me in?!” I yelled.
No one answered, but I heard crying.
It sounded like my mom. Why would she be crying? I’m home and okay. Maybe she was sad about my cousin? It was odd. I still couldn’t remember my name. I walked up to the front door and leaned against it, hoping they would open it soon. But I fell backwards into the house. The door was still closed. I was getting scared.
“Mom… Dad…?” I whispered.
I crawled to the living room door. My mom was crying on the couch, my dad trying to comfort her, then I saw my brother and sister crying too. Why? I walked around to the kitchen. I saw a mini shrine with pictures of what looked to be me, and my name, and candles. And that’s when I realized I was dead.
“I can’t be dead…” I whispered. “No I can’t…” But I am… I thought. I’ll help however I can find the man who killed me, and find my body…

So now you have read how I dead, or at least of what I remember of it. Just take a few moments to finish your happy thought, and now come with me to when I learned how to use and control my new powers.
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I walked down the street, more like floated. Were there anymore ghosts? How could I tell them apart? So many questions in my head, and no one to answer them.
I really didn’t know if anyone at all could even see me. I really had no one. I kept walking, walking through people. I don’t really know when it started but someone was following me, or so I thought. You can’t follow a ghost, can you?
I stopped after a while and turned to confront my stocker. He stopped to. No one else was on the street but us. Could a ghost be killed again?
“What do you want…?” I asked slowly.
“You’re still a pure light?” the boy that didn’t seem much older than me asked.
“A what?!”
“A pure light… a newly dead ghost…”
I look at the boy confused.
“Come with me and you’ll understand then…” he held out his hand.
“I don’t even know you and you expect me to go with you?”
“Yes, well, I’m Cameo, Cameo Moon.” Still with his hand held out.
I groaned a little and took his hand.
He led me all the way across town. I got bored after a while. He stopped and I had kept going and ran into him. He looked down on me. He was tall, and his feet were touching the ground. Could older ghosts be seen? I looked around, it was just a old building.

“Wait, you Coryn is the only human here?” I asked.
Bree nodded. “Yup… Cameo and I are ghosts just like you.”
“Then how can you guys touch the ground? How can you walk? And how come Coryn can see you but not me?!” I asked angrily.
“We’ve learned how to use energy to take on a new vessel” Cameo said.
“Vessel?”
Bree nodded. “Yup.”
“How do I get one?”
“Take one over…” Bree answered.
“Take over one?”
“Yeah… They change to look and fit to your ghost form. It pretty cool, though the hair color doesn’t change.”
“How…?”
“Go into them.”
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You now have seen how I came to know my new friends. Well, next I needed a new… body. My soul would have to become one with another, I would become that person, hopefully, if I did it right, her soul would just… burn out. But it wouldn’t be easy for me to pick a new… body. I wanted one that was strong, that could withstand the change of souls. One that I could feel… beautiful in. One that I liked. One that would make me… me again.