It was dark, very dark and something dripped in the distance. Not even the moon could shed its light on this place. Then again, it was always dark wherever she was. Not even the rats dared to go near, everything avoided her like the plague. Though she never truly understood why. She had never done anything to harm anyone for all she knew, but she knew that it was all to that curse. If she hadn't been born with it then it wouldn't be like this. But then again maybe it was her fault, she should be able to control it by now after all, and she could, partially. If her life was in any danger then it tended to take over. That she had no choice, that was why she was always in places like these, and that was why she stayed away from people. Why she blended in so perfectly in places like these.

It wasn't until she found the source of the noise that she had understood what just had happened here.

Red. Red puddles. Red painted the walls. Various figures strewn about the, what she guessed, alleyway. On closer inspection, it was obvious that each figure was missing various body parts, arms, legs, the odd head and some even had their stomachs and chests ripped open. Deep gashes littered their bodies and chunks where flesh should have been. She stopped the progress of her foot when she had almost stepped on a discarded organ. If she hadn't seen sights like this before, she would have lost whatever contents her stomach contained. She almost did either way.

Until she remembered the cause of all of this. She had been hungry, to the point of collapse. Her life had been in danger, and like always, it had taken over. She had come across a party of drunken teenagers, thinking it was cool to be out at that time and drinking underaged. She doubted the ones that got away thought the same anymore. Then she took note of the metallic taste in her mouth. She looked down at her hands and the same red that decorated the scene in front of her also decorated her hands.

I have always liked the colour red, you know…

She ignored the voice in her mind as it tried to get her to see the greatness in what was in front of her. She scowled before heading deeper into the alleyway, trying to get away before anyone else came across the scene.

You would have died…

She shook her head at the voice, but it didn't seem to care that she wasn't really listening, reasoning with her. The same thing happened every time. As much as she hated it, it had saved her life countless times even though she didn't agree with its methods.

You know you enjoyed it. Even if you don't remember, I could feel your heart racing in the excitement. If only you didn't shut off your consciousness… ThEn We CoUlD hAvE hAd MoRe FuN!

It practically screeched in delight inside of her mind, making her ears ring even if the noise wasn't truly real. She flinched and held a hand to her left ear.

"Could you not? You're making it hard to think… We could be found out…" She finally spoke to it in a soft, quiet voice barely above a whisper.

She was currently more concerned with calming herself down than listening to the voice. She was more concerned about not getting caught by the authorities. They executed people like her. The dangerous ones were not allowed to live. They were more concerned that 'she' had killed countless people. But then again, maybe that would be for the best. No one would get hurt because she was hungry or anything. It wouldn't allow that though. She sighed and once again shook her head, pausing to look around. It wasn't as if she could walk around on public streets anymore, and if she tried to get help it would stop her. It seemed to like being alone. Or it just liked to watch her suffer.

"I can always end it myself… But then again, you would only stop me…" Another sigh escaped her as she spoke to it.

You know… We should really start thinking about getting some money. You humans seem to survive better with it…

She stopped for a moment before chuckling. "You don't think I haven't thought of that before? Thanks to you I cannot do much about that."

Not my fault you humans are so delicate.

A/N: Hey guyssss! I am alive! After what... two years? At least... Ughhh, anyway I recently started watching BSD and I love it! About a year ago I started to read the manga but I got distracted...

Anyway back now! I know that all characters in this fandom are named after writers but I had this idea and I have no idea if any writer has written something like this. Either way, you guys ok with a none writer name? You guys care? I mean I got the perfect name for her otherwise. If not I'll have to alter her ability, or do a heck of a lot of research XD

Oh, and chapters will be a lot longer than this 761 words, this is just to start it off and in case I need to make any changes to her character. Plus I was going to do a scene change and if I did all that it would end at an awkward place and such.