Here's a little information about myself. I like pretty flowers, ponies, kitties (the fluffier, the better), long, star-lit walks on the beach where I take a man's hand to rip the soul from his body as we begin our journey to the land of still corpses, his s ... wait, got off track there. And puppies! I love puppies!
Ignore that other stuff.
I'm a great, fun loving gal, who loves life, not taking it, not draining your sweet essence and pouring it into the empty chasm that is my black soul. I swear! You can hang out with me! You can especially hang out in a place with no witnesses! I love life. Yours, especially. Did that sound sinister? Honestly, I didn't mean it that way!
Let's start over again.
Kittens. Puppies. My deadly touch draining the your remains years into elixir for the terrifying beast who roams the neither zones of this universe. Flowers! Wait, did I say puppies? I said puppies, right? Not something else that might seem evil. OK, good!
I think we got off on the wrong foot. No, not the one in the grave! Damn! I'm not good at this!