#chris ampora

[married-to-guitar]

finally home

it sure had been a while. with a soft sigh i let my bag sink onto the flor of my small apartment and i closed my eyes. it smellt different... i should probably open a window and let fresh air in. i opened my eyes again and went into the kitchen. it was emty. of course. i hadnt been here for a few moths now. but i remembered having some beer cans in the fridge and when i looked, i was right. i took one and opened it. seemed alright, so i took a sip and let my gaze wander over the table where i had sat down with osgar, who gave me a whole new oportunity for my life. one i took. despite the fact that i tried to kill him and shot his son... my brother instead.

i sighed again and took another long sip. yeah... my brother. i sat down and leaned back. evan had been here too... we had talked about the shit kurtis had done and about other stuff. i missed him, but after all that time it might not be a good idea to show up at his plac. if he even lived there still.

we had visited alie together but that was about it. we broke contakt afterwanrds and i was pretty sure that he hated me. for good reason though... it hurt none the less. 

another long sip of my beer. what should i do? nothing held me here... nothing but memories and not all of them positive. new york had raised me since the age of fourteen... i was twenty-five now. ten years in this damned city and done good but also a lot of bad stuff to me. 

an idea formed inside my head and i took my phone out.

[txt:] say angelfish.... vwhat if i movwed dowvn to california?

[married-to-guitar]

hey hey hey

havwent been here for a vwhile nowv, aye?

and still so many followvers! you guys are either to lazy to unfollowv or just vwait desperatly for me to come back.

vwell, here i am.

[married-to-guitar]

rushing thoughts

i sat in my living room with a mug of coffee as black as the night sky outside of my window. the only light in this room came from the moon outside and a single, purple candle in front of me. 

i starred into the flame.

the things that anon had said went through my mind over and over again. what if i did lose control over myself? what if i actually hurt evan or alie? what if i killed them? i sighed and closed my eyes slowly, lifting the mug to take a smal sip of the still too hot coffee. 

why did i even kill people overall?

it was my job, of course, but how did it start? how did i began to rob other peoples lifes? i starred back into the small candle flame and let my mind wander back to almost forgotten memories.

it was a few months after leaving home and living on the streets of new york. i remembered how cold it was and that i had nothing to eat... i was hungry and tired and cold, but had to place to stay. and i was only fourteen. a small smile crossed my lips. a bitter smile. i had learned how to get money on the street only after a month. there were three methods. you could beg people for money, you could steal it... or you could sell your body. the last one was the easiest and fastest way. and sometimes brought a warm bed. i licked my lips and leaned back, now starring out of the window. thinking back now, it wasnt too much different to sell your body to someone, when you had been used for sex before. it just briought you way more profit. i had done it more then once. it was easy. close your eyes and think of the money you will get and how you dont sit on the cold street in that moment. but that night it had been different. i remembered how this guy had pushed me hard to the wall and tried to take me there. there was nothing said about money or anything, no. he had tried to rape me. i closed my eyes again. pictures of blood, inward rolled eyes and pain rushed over my inner eyelids and i sighed once more. 

my first kill had been so easy. humans were so easy to kill. even though it was an accident, since i just had bitten him to get him off me. but i had a shark teeth back then already and had cut his aorta. 

his hot blood had been warm and smooth on my skin and i still knew exactly how he looked at me with eyes wide open in shock.

it didnt take long, he had died soon.

killing had become a part of my life, something i did without hesitation. but wha if i accidently killed evan or alie? 

aye anon... what if you were right? 

[married-to-guitar]

((can i just say how much the way i play chris developed?

i mean he is based of cronus and at first i wasnt able to do that but now he flirts in the worst way possible, doesnt know when he crosses the line or at least ignores it on purpose and... and...

i love how he turned out.))

[married-to-guitar]

cant stop laughing at bayonettas sass.

she, luka and cereza are the cutest freaking family evwer.

evweryone has so much sass... vwell, evweryone but the angels. (exept for the 'joy' angels, those are sexy sassy ladies.)

[married-to-guitar]

sweet dreams...

...are made of this.

vwho am i to disagree?

travwel the vworld and the sevwen seas...

evwerybody's looking for something.

some of them vwant to use you.

some of them vwant to get used by you.

some of them vwant to abuse you...

and some of them vwant to be abused.

[married-to-guitar]

((aparently i decided that chris has his teeth filed. like a shark. because he can.))

[married-to-guitar]

((i updated chris about page ;D))