This isn't really a Fanfic about any book or stuff like that. It's part of what one of my characters in a RP my friend started does and about her life. So yeah anyway…..welcome to the world of Kathrine Elizabetha Cymone.
Ch.1
I held my side blood gushing between my fingertips. God silver burned. I walked further trying to keep not pass out as I did. I needed to find him. I needed his help. My pace slowed as I got light headed. I was already human…again after so many years. It was strange having a heartbeat again. Especially when that heartbeat was pumping out all my blood. Finally I reached the door and knocked with the not so gore covered hand. I prayed to whoever was up there in the big blue that he would be here. I leaned against the door frame blood still dripping from my fingertips and felt the darkness creeping closer. My breathing was shaky. My heart beat slowing. I was dying and I knew it. I slowly started to loose feeling in my legs just as the door open.
"Yes?" Came the familiar voice.
"Roman….It's Kat…." I managed before collapsing into his arms.
(190 years earlier)
I fought back tears as my father raped me for the millionth time. It was the same thing every single day. He either beat raped or cursed out us children. Ever since my mother's death when I was barely a teen he'd become violent. Afterwards he left again leaving me naked and bleeding on the dirt floor. Isilee, my younger sister, came and tended to me helping me.
"I'll be fine Ilee." I said. Her soft blue eyes were clouded with tears. I brushed them away with a kiss.
"Now go get you're chores done and tell the boys to come in. It's time for supper." I whispered. She nodded and left. She was the youngest of us Cymone children. She was the last child my mother gave birth to before she died from difficulties. Father beat her the worse because he blamed her. I saw her limp away and fiery anger leapt threw my veins. I was the eldest of the ten kids. I was supposed to protect them. But I was a woman and I was sickly. I had been for a good year now and it had gotten worse. I cleaned up the floor best I could and fixed myself up. I made sure dinner was on the table by the time they came in. After I'd put them to bed I waited….and waited. He still wasn't home even into the wee morning hours.I sighed and closed my eyes for a second.
That second turned into a few hours. I was awakened by a scream. I jolted up right to find my father beating Iselee, her small pale dressed torn and blood covered as he tried to rape her. I jumped up feeling extremely dizzy as I did.
"Da stop!" I said trying to pull him off her. His eyes were blood shot his matted brown hair stinking of alcohol like he'd been bathing in it.
"Ya little bitch….ya killed 'er. You'll pay!" He growled his breath worse than his hair. Iselee cried harder as he beat her more her blood splattering him.
"DA YA KILLIN' HER!" I shouted and he pushed me away. I tumbled back my head banging against the wooden pillar. Iselee suddenly went quiet as I held my head my world spinning blood matting my ruby red hair. My father still beat on Ilee's body which was limp. I slowly stood and saw her pale blue eyes staring up at the ceiling the life draining out of them her mouth slack. She was dead. My baby sister was dead. My father just killed her. Something inside me cracked. I grabbed the nearest thing, which turned out to be an iron pan, and slowly walked towards him as he raped my sisters corpse not knowing she was already dead. I stood over him pan raised than brought it down hard on his head. He froze than slumped forward collapsing on Ilee. I knelt down and pushed his dead weight off of her and gently closed her eyes my tears falling onto her pale freckled skin. He red blonde hair was still so soft as I brushed my fingers threw it holding her.
"I'm so sorry Iselee." I whimpered. I heard my father groan and I stood. I laid a flower on her chest than bashed him upside the head again as he started to come to. I took him and tied him to a pillar in our house than went through and checked the room. My head was swimming with dizziness as I lit a fire. I grabbed all the oil we had than slowly poured it throughout the house. I drenched my father in it his unconscious body limp as a wet wash cloth. I finally poured the rest on the fire and it erupted the flames licking at the floor and stone fireplace. I staggered back than stumbled out of the house the dizziness worse. I somehow managed to make it to the fields and watched as our home…our prison erupted in flames. I heard the screaming and than…nothingness.
