A/N: Another piece in the Vivacious~Vocab series. But this time, this is a mini-series within a series that I attempted, but soon discarded. Someday, I might take a renewed interest in this story. But for now, this is all that you get. Sorry!

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Who am I? You may ask when you first meet me. I'll naturally apprise you with false information.

One of my favorite guises to use is quite laudable, if you ask me. I am Theodore Richards, a young man lush with wealth and charm. You would never see me mangy and unkempt, that's for sure. Inventive and scintillating, I am a far stray away from mute or pallid. I appear to always be in glee and willing to share any victuals.

But that isn't who I am, oh no. I would never be so gaudy! Do you still want to know who I am? I'll wait to give you that.

Another common guise of mine isn't as nice. I am Jacob King, but I am certainly no king. I always complain that I was in woe and I would take it out on anyone else! I always found a reason to bicker with someone and I was passionate, I'll give myself that, but I used this passion to vie against others, not for any real constructive reason.

What? Am I getting off topic? Sorry. Now you must be filled with wroth against me, for I am evading your question. Very well...I'll tell you at last.

I have been around for a long, long time.... I have seen wars initiated and great generals deploying their troops. I have been around to see nations rise and fall, and much, much more. You must be taken aback by all of the wonders I've seen!

Now, don't you coerce me to do this; it only makes it longer.

I am a creature of the night; I have been around long enough to fall enamored with the lustrous moon in the sky. So who am I? Why, I am the one who only exists in your dreams, the one who silently takes a life away by drinking a most precious fluid. I am nameless, I am the night; but if you want, you may call me Sabriel Triste...your most deadly nightmare.

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Wow, that was short.