White Blood Ch.1
How would you feel if one day your family suddenly wasn't there any more? Well, that's what happened to me. It all happened on my birthday…
A small teenage girl sat at the edge of her bed, which sheets were still wrapped around her shoulders, secured by the grip of her fingers. Her natural bright pink hair was in a complete mess. Her bangs almost completely covered her face and the rest of it was tangled all the way to the end, which rested to the middle of her back. The sleep she had just woken from had not been a sound one. She had barely slept for more than an hour, before her mother had came in waking her from her slumber. The reason for her lack of sleep was because of the fact for the past few weeks she had a recurring nightmare. The nightmare wasn't really to horrific, which is part of the reason it scared her the most. It was just a blood covered room, and nothing, but every time she was having the dream she felt completely empty, like some one had stolen something very important to her, but she always woke up in a sweat before she could find out much more about the dream. In fact if her mother hadn't woken her, she would have probably woken up herself soon enough any way, but at the moment as the girl looked up at the laughing sun through her window, a realization came to her. Today was her birthday.
This girl's name is Darren Lee Conners, and today was her seventeenth birthday, which has started so far as a bad hair day. She had been adopted by the Conners family fifteen years ago, but she had yet to find out about that fact. There was no information on who or where her biological parents, or even if they were still alive. Her adoptive parents had taken her in when they had been contacted by the orphanage that had found her on their doorstep the night before. The parent's had been trying to have a kid, but it seemed impossible, and the chance to adopt a beautiful two year old baby girl just seemed like a gift from Shinigami himself, so they couldn't help but adopt her right away. A few years later they also adopt a set of identical male twins, because Darren had been begging to be a big sister, and that leads us to this day, Darren's seventeenth birthday.
Darren sluggishly got up out of bed, pulling her black and white bed sheets with her. She slowly walked over to her vanity and grabbed a brush before sitting down on the small stool in front of it. She let the sheets slip from her grip as she reached up and tried to tame her animal of a hair do. Soon enough she gave up and pulled it up into a pony tail. Darren was wearing a simple pair of pajamas, a pair of shorts and a tank top, both of which were decorated in little tiny ninjas, and her feet were adorned with cute little pink bunny slippers. She stood from where she was and raised her arms up above her head as she yawned.
Darren walked towards the door, but stopped for a second when a scent filled her senses. It smelled coppery, and weirdly reminded her of her nightmare. She let out a breath and shook her head. She was getting a little paranoid. She sighed and walked out of her room.
When Darren stepped out, she was surprisingly greeted by silence. It confused her. She thought every one would be doing something by now, and that the TV would be on like normal, but there was absolutely no sound at all. A chill ran up the back of Darren's spine and she wrapped her arms around her body.
"M…M-mom?" Darren says out into the empty hallway. She waited a few second and there was no answer. Her brow furrowed on her forehead. She looked around and rubbed her hands on her arms where the goosebumps had appeared. "Mom?" She says a little bit louder. There was still no answer.
Darren cowardly walks towards the kitchen and living room area that was down stairs. She wasn't sure what she would find there, but for some reason she felt like she should run and get away as fast as possible. "Mom? Dad?" She says even louder. She steadily walked down the steps. The copper smell was extremely stronger now, and the silence seemed to fill the house.
Darren felt her heart seem to stop when she reached the bottom step. Her vision seemed to be filled with crimson. The walls of the living room where covered with blood, and the carpets and furniture seemed to match. The sight almost made her throw up all of the contents of her stomach. The sight was so lurid that it would make even the strongest souls waver.
The bodies of the closest people to her lay about the floor. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. She was frozen where she stood, unable to scream for help. She was wishing to wake up now, just hoping in the depths of her heart that this was just another dream. "It's just a dream…," She whispered to her self.
"Sorry, girly, but this time it's not a dream. This is all real… and you are all alone," A voice said from the corner of the living room, by the kitchen.
Darren's eyes shot up to the location of the voice. It had sent chills through her body and sent even more fear through her soul, to the point it was almost hard for her to remain standing. There was a figure standing there, and in her hand… in her hand was the head of Darren's now dead mother. Darren's hand shot up to her mouth as she let out a whimper. The tears that had formed behind her eyelids the moment she walked into the room, finally spilled over and fell down her cheeks.
"Oh poor little girl, she loses her whole…fake family all on her birthday," Another voice said from behind her, and Darren jumped. Her eyes were still locked on the first speaker.
"Chrona, don't scare the girl any more than needed, she is you sister any way," The first figure voice spoke again. Darren could tell that this one was female, not only from the tone of voice, but because of her physique. Darren couldn't all of her face, but she could see a wide smile plastered on the bottom half, the rest was hidden by a black hood. There was a braid of yellow hair coming down to rest between the woman's breasts. Her arms were decorated in snake tattoos, which scared Darren even more.
"W-who are you?" Darren asked trying to seem strong, but her knees were shaking.
"Why, Darren, I am your biological mother, and I have missed you very much," The female said and she lifted her head to reveal strikingly yellow eyes.
"You aren't my mother! My mother is right there… dead," Darren said starting off yelling, but it went down to a whisper when she finished her remark.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you were adopted, Darren. This family of your's took you away from us, but now we have come to take you back, so come on now," The woman said and then Darren felt someone push her from behind.
Darren fell down to the ground from the force of the push, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her knees landed in a pool of her brother's blood and it splashed up on her face. "I will not go with you…," Darren whispered looking to the ground. There was no way she was going to leave with the people who had just murder her whole family, even if they were stating that they were her real family.
"Well, to bad. Chrona bring her." The woman said looking over Darren's shoulder.
Darren felt herself be picked up, and then dropped down for a second. Her vision wavered then as she heard a third voice yell at the one named Chrona. Darren could understand what was said because her mind blacked out.
