Behind the name, Sequinn Rose
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Since I get weird stares when I tell my friends and family about the name I use for many things online, and a lot of people that see me under this name online think my username is victim to a type error, I decided to make an explination page. Sequinn Rose is the name of one of my characters in one of my many stories. My ideas tend to expand to novelistic proportions, and my characters always have a little something of me in them. I have about seven chapters of this story done, and, rather obviously, Sequinn Rose is the main character. Basically, she dies fighting off the vampire king, and is ressurected by Isis to save the world from her killer and fufill her destiny. When she gets back to "earth," she's overtaken by human desire and makes her mission one of selfish revenge and confrontation, especially with her male partner who left her because she stepped out of slayer mandate.

Snippet, maybe? Yeah, I'm thinking so.

"I refused to look at him, which angered the beast and caused him to start using force. He slammed me down on the bed I perched on, and as one last resort I pushed a stake into his heart. Blood came spouting from the wound, and I closed my mouth quickly before any seeped past my lips. He smiled. He knew he was winning. The wound sealed itself up.

I had never witnessed a power even close to comparing to his. I made it five minutes into the battle, and then he got my Colt up from beside the bed. I was underneath his weight, struggling like a mouse in a constrictor's grasp, when he put my cold, cold Colt to my temple.

"May Isis forgive you for letting Jukliptos live on," he kissed my forehead, and I felt the pain of death surge through my skull after he pulled his soft lips away. The pain he gifted me with was unbearably realistic, and as he sat there, entertained, I screamed for him to release me from the spell or to kill me quickly. He was too busy laughing and undoing his earrings to even fake sympathy, so the agonizing pain of ripping flesh and a cracking skull had to wait. My skin wasn't really ripping, and my skull was still intact, for he hadn't used my baby yet. He had given me all this with his kiss. After he sent his earrings tearing through my unpierced lobes, he gave the barrel a final roll."

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