The first of the SFB series of slave dolls for vampires had failed... not just any fail but horribly failed. He could no keep up with the impatient master he was sent to first serve. He tried for a year to keep up and to manage the body to bigfor his stil very young mind. Mentally he about 15 or younger depending on the day but externally he was 18 just incredibly short. His blood was delicious but he was weak. Very weak... but thats what the scienctists deserved when they created a slave out of glass and a 4 year olds bones.<br/><br/>Needless to say he had become trash, and trash is thrown out....<br/><br/>He sat thinking about his horrifying past as teh light above his head flickered. the piles of snow around him showed within them light sparks or electric blue and bright purple. The doll caughs and a piece of his cheek tumbles to his lap. Shaking he picks it up and tries to replace it, only to have a it fall again... this was the fate of 1/4 of his body. He stood as he broken limbs forced themselves to move. He made his way back to his box but stopped to look in a frozen spot of water in the half way drained fountian. His pale hands grip the edge as his body leans to look at himself.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://demasakkasstories.yolasite.com/resources/anime%20guy.jpg.opt418x296o0,0s418x296.jpg">[ img ]</a>he keeps stairing with wide blue eyes.... not hearing steps behind him thanks to a broken ear.