Cradle

Written by: Atikkin

Author note: Due to several grammatical errors, misspells, and other literary issues, this story has been revised. Thank you. Happy reading and enjoy.


The distinct sound of droplets echoes in the darkness. Then out in the shadows, a figure steps in the light of the streets. Heavy quarts of blood seep out of her mouth as her right hand clutches around her abdomen. Crimson eyes glance up towards the moon as tears stroll down her china face.

"Why?" she whispers. "My master….why…."

She stumbles her way into the night, following an endless road to nowhere…

It has been hours…

Hours almost feels like days…

The police girl, Seras Victoria, finally arrives at her long lost tomb. Though frail from the lack of nourishment, she yanks the door open with all her might. Fragments of oak crumble to the floor as she marches inside. The smell of gun powder still remains.

Sauntering to one of the pews, she takes her seat. She leans forward after a wave of nausea overwhelms her. A glob of matter exits her mouth. Her hands clasps together as she presses her forehead against her wrists.

The vampiress finally collapses to the floor, keeping her hands together as she sits on her knees.

"Help me…" she sobs, glancing up at the cross on the far fall. "Help me, please."

From the back of her head, she hears the faint sound of humming. Bewilder, she stands up. Glancing around in all directions, she becomes the audience to the humming of one of her childhood songs.

However the lyrics are different from what she has heard as a child.

One…two…

I am coming for you

Three…four…

Nevermore

Five…six…

Have your crucifix

Seven…eight

I am filled hate…

Nine…and ten

I live again

A never-ending gyre forms around her as she spins in circles. Never does it end until she feels herself falling away. Her eyes, lost and delirious, become hazy as she feels her strength weakening to the point where she is immobile.

Like an endless spiral, she finally lands somewhere. The back of her head slams hard against the solid surface; a pool of red crowns her. She inhales roughly, feeling her lungs weak from the many injuries that refuse to heal. She laughs, for the pain is excruciating.

Her eyes wander around the darkness, seeing black flames hovering over emerald and sapphire inferno. Those burgundy orbs then ventures towards the only light source in this peculiar world. She pauses when she finds a mirror standing afar. Beside it is a rocking chair.

Suddenly, a gust of cold air passes her. She shivers as her eyes curve above her. She freezes when a dark figure with a set of deep red orbs stares down at her.

Will you play with me?


Next Chapter: Ten years Later