Note: This is a sample entry that I wrote as an example of my character and my writing style for an interactive story.

"Oh.."

The frail mortal girl writhed underneath me, the beginnings of tears
forming at the corners of her eyes and sliding down her rosy, lovely
cheeks. I pressed myself harder against her sleeping body, my lips
curling into a malicious grin.
Oooh, but she was too perfect.
And I'd like to think that all of my victims are, you know? I choose only
the pretty, young virgins that in all likelihood were vestals in their
past life. And she was pretty, even in her sleep, in this bed, in her
very own death bed, she was beautiful.
The way her long, burgundy hair lay tangled about her oval face, the
lovely porcelain features straining, the visage damp with sweat. The thin
brows furrowing as her heart shaped lips, red as cherries, parted as she
cried out again, that infuriatingly sweet cry that was like a straining
plead. Her body that seemed too thin, the small, apple sized breasts that
heaved as her chest quaked with breath, writhing under me in her sleep as
I permeated her dreams, weakening her, drawing her soul, her life, out of
her and into me.
This time, I had chosen the guise of an angel in her dream. A beautiful
angel that bore no name, who would love her and care for her like her
abusive father never did, like her self-centered boyfriend never could.
Perhaps in this way, I was being a kind of.. "Angel of Mercy" as it were.
I held her entire subconscious world in the palm of my hands. If I wanted
to, I could send her to heaven, and send her visions of beautiful,
evergreen meadows filled with wildflowers that stretched on until
forever.. Or, I could send her to hell, if it pleased me. I could place
her in a pit of fire where she her flesh singed and turned a crackling,
ashen black along with everyone she's ever loved, and have demons come
after her and skin her alive, slowly separating the thin layer of flesh
away from the red muscle and white bone..
She began to stir.
"Fuck," I cursed quietly to myself. I had been to busy with my power-
trip and visions of grandeur to bother myself with keeping her under
wraps.
Her eyes slowly opened, and I could see the lovely iris of hazel and the
straining pupil that I had never had a chance to truly take a look at
before.
Her mouth opened, and a high pitched scream shot through.
Dogs barked, people stirred from their beds.

"God damn it, shut UP!" I clamped my hand to her mouth, which she sunk
her teeth into, and I narrowed my eyes, annoyed. "Fine then, we'll have
it YOUR way!"
I felt my fangs grow out from my canine teeth, slowly, a very gratifying
feeling, and I quickly lowered my head to her chest, ripping into her
breasts and her chest, feeling the blood mixed with premature milk fill
my mouth, and I drank fully, while she writhed madly under me, her
muffled screams going unabated under my hand, my strength too great for
her to lift me off of her.
I could feel her heart beating, each beat weakening as it pumped more
blood into my hungry mouth. Then, ever so slowly, it stopped completely,
as her body went limp.
Oooh, how I love it. Being an incubus and an alp; I am surprised there
aren't more out there like me. It is like.. Being a God! No, scratch
that. I am God.
I stood up and walked to the side window, as I was hearing the others
in the apartment building story stirring, some going to her door and
knocking to ask if she was alright. I smirked, and snapped my fingers, my
usual attire of tight black leather pants, a plain black shirt and a long
trench coat appearing back over my naked body. Time to take my leave.
I leaned back on my leg, then leapt forwards, crashing through the
window and landing not-so-neatly in the alleyway below, rolling on the
ground, a bit annoyed at the pieces of glass sticking to my coat. I
sighed, and brushed them off, sighing to myself. I ran my fingers through
my shaggy midnight black hair, heading into the main street, hoping that
no one had paid too much attention to my little stunt.
Even if they did, I couldn't have cared less, because what I saw next
caught my attention even more.
My God, but was she a looker! Beautiful long ebony hair, and curious
violet eyes. (Milyna) Ooh. A winning combination. And the way she carried
herself and walked just made all of my carnal desires accumulate in my
loins, and I could almost feel myself begin to salivate. I ran my tongue
slowly over my lips, and fell into a silent pursuit.