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Rating: K+ for now, work of progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood +
I used to have a normal life once. I went to high school and had a caring adoptive father and two loving brothers. We were a family regardless of the fact that neither of us was bind by blood. I could talk about my old friends and the stuff I used to do but it's too painful. Even now. It's been almost over a year and it still hurts.
I felt betrayed because I felt they were hiding things from me. My family and the private clinic I was attending… regularly.
They were hiding the fact that I was abnormal and that I was also capable of great harm.
Sometimes I wish that I could just live in complete ignorance, bliss if you will of my condition and just live a normal life. Reality can be harsh at times.
I could never pursue this perfect, normal life because she came for me. She didn't come alone. She sent these creatures fiercer than you can image. Chiropterans. They don't die easily nor are they from this world. At first I could barely defend myself because I was still weak from being 'woken.' If it weren't for my Chevalier I don't know where I would be.
When Haji woke me, a small part of my past started to stir inside of me. I tried so many times to suppress it because it frightened me. Those haunting faces twisted in agony and fear… I have seen so many deaths and being the cause of these many deaths I no longer feel. Weak emotions got people killed. People like my adoptive father and my devoted little brother, Riku. I couldn't save them because I was afraid. Afraid that I would unleash something inside of me, a Pandora's box…I don't know if I would be able to return to my care free self once I crossed over.
I have lost them both to Diva, a twisted creature that is far from human regardless of her outer shell. She still lurks and sometimes I can hear her. Diva and I both have chiropteran blood coursing in our veins and so we are linked in some cursed way. I will kill her because I need to finish what I started. I embrace the fact that there is no hope for me anymore to go back to the way things were. There's nothing to go back to. I must put an end to all of this.
I lied…I guess that the only emotion I feel is hatred. I am cursed and grew into terms with that…it's comforting like a cool metallic blade upon my skin. Or like the blade of my katana…the one I use to slay my preys.