Chapter One
Nightmares Are My Normality
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leaves cracked underfoot as multiple bodies moved as one through the trees. I could see them from my spot in the trees, at least four of the creatures stalked towards eachother, oblivious to my existence. Each person held an assortment of weapons from a bone knife to a wooden club filled with nails. Snarls rang through the otherwise silent forest as the four broke into a fight without a single word. I watched carefully from my perch, head tilted and my matted (h/c) falling over my shoulder, (e/c) eyes squinting as I watch them fight, taking in each and every one of their movements.
When there was only one left I slipped my silver dagger from its sheath, the blade ringing out as the person froze, looking around for me as I dropped from the tree. With a soft grunt, we both went to the ground, my hands wrapping around his throat as I bared my teeth, snarling low in my throat as I slashed out with the knife, digging it into the man's throat. Pulling it out and thrusting it back in I keep going until the body is motionless and had ceased breathing.
Standing up I wiped the blood off of my grime covered face, hands bloody and dripping as I stand back, panting heavily and still itching to slice my blade through some more soft skin. Slow clapping drew my raging attention to another figure behind me. Whirling around I bare my teeth before relaxing at the familiar sight of the newcomer.
"Not bad (y/n), not bad at all." The British voice drawled in affectionate approval. He pulled a rag out of his black coat, handing it to me as I walk towards him, a soft smile on my face as I take it from him. Nodding my thanks I wipe the blood off my hands and blade before sheathing it again in the torn up jeans I wore. "Time to go, love, I have have heard rumors of newcomers in this part of the woods and I would rather not let you be found and taken from me."
With that, the two of us set off at a fast and steady pace. We didn't encounter anyone else on the trip back to our small cave. People knew what would happen if they entered our territory, but every now and again those few brave and stupid souls would test their limits. I was born here, 18 years ago. My name is (y/n), and I am an anomaly. This forest isn't like any other forest in the world. It is a world in its own, and it's my home.
Purgatory, home to those haunted and demented souls that perished on earth. This is where children's nightmares go, vampires, demons, and so much more. The four men that I encountered were an assortment of these. The man, whose blood still stained my clothes, was a leviathan. Nasty little creatures who ate every living creature and could take on any form it wishes, I kill on average two or three of them a week.
The man I live with is a vampire. His name is Benny and he helped raise me. I was four when the woman who gave birth to me was killed by a group of werewolves. He taught me everything I know. Fight. Kill. Survive. In this world, there was no need for reading, spelling, or even knowing how to speak properly. I could say a few words, the names of monsters and such as well as my own and Benny's. I was six when I learned how to wield a knife, and seven when I had my first kill.
Benny's voice brought me back from my memory's and I turned to him in time to hear him say "-here while I go out okay?" Heaving a soft sigh I nodded, knowing that he was probably going to go look around for the supposed 'newcomers'. "That's my girl." Feeling a hand lay on my shoulder and a tender kiss on my forehead I close my eyes. When I opened them again he was gone. Sitting on my deer hide bed I curled up in a ball, my knife held in my dominant hand as I watched the embers die slowly. Sleep claimed me at long last as I lay there, waiting for Benny to arrive once more, but it wasn't meant to be. My dreams were plagued by the images of the monsters I had killed. Had I been normal these dreams would have terrified me, but it was not so. My sleep had always been filled with the sharp fangs of a vampire, the black eyes belonging only to demons, thus, my nightmares became normality.