"I'm sorry, but she can't be helped" I heard from where I lay in a hospital bed, the doctor who was talking to my parents then came over and gently ran his hand over my eyes, closing them.
I waited a whole minuet after the room went silent before opening my eyes slowly. All of the lights had been shut off; after all I am 'doomed'. My mind went back to when i was a young child sitting in my mother's lap as she told me stories about demons and angels, in her stories the angels always triumphed. As I grew older I found myself obsessed with these stories, and suddenly I remembered something from one of my readings…. Hastily I used my one strange fang-like tooth to open a gash in my finger and drew a pentagram on the cold stone floor of the hospital. A sharp pain suddenly filled my whole body and I blacked out. When I woke again I was in a field of lilies, white, the opposite of my name, I heard something calling to me in a sweet seductive voice. I stood up, realizing I was no longer in my hospital gown but now in a pretty white dress with a lacy bottom. As I walked the voice grew into something could understand and I shadowy figure was standing on a bridge. As I came forward it took form into a tall man with dark as midnight hair, it held out its hand as it spoke to me. "Hello" its voice was gentle and friendly it asked me what I wanted.
"i-I want to not hurt anymore and I want to start over" I stuttered. The man spoke with such kind words, was it because I was sick? He told me about something called a contract and I remembered again something from my books "when all hope is lost one may stoop so low as to make a pact," I then thought for a moment and said quietly " but is it really going that low to remain living then to join the angels" I looked away feeling if I did not decide that I would soon awaken in a place of no fights that I did not want "I will make a contract with you" I say my voice called out as if I were talking to an animal of sorts. The man smirked and came toured me, saying about where the mark of the contract was determines how strong the contract its self was. I motioned to the space on my neck that divided in above my collar bone. A searing pain went through my body and I blacked out as the white lilies turned dark as night and a voice rang out.
"What is lost can never be regained"
Never, I thought, a smile played across my lips just like pitiful butterfly caught in a spider's web.
~~sometime later~~
When I awoke once again my neck was bandaged heavily, and as I tried to speak there was no sound, I began to struggle and sat up and was gently laid back down by no one other than the man died in midnight black
"Mistress you are awake, but please calm down, because of your mark I am afraid you won't be able to speak, however I am still requiring a name, if I may suggest using the name my last master gave me?"
I nod suspicious of the man; I must remember to keep some sort of thing under my pillow.
"My name had been Sebastian Michaelis, young mistress"
I smile I like this name, I had a little rabbit named Sebastian when I was small…
(and that's all for now if you people like it enough then maybe I'll write more…"