Seras opened her eyes widely, looking at the ceiling above her bed. She looked over to a picture of her father and sighed. "I am sorry, Father. I am sorry I am too weak, to fulfill your promise. I am sorry." She closed her eyes, raising herself from the warm comforts of her bed.
After her father died, she promised to go into the military. But, she hadn't. She was too weak, she told herself. She was too much like a child, too much like a playful young schoolgirl.
She stretched, throwing her arms up to the sky. Her blue eyes focused on the pictures once again, she quickly looked away. She went into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror, looking into her own eyes. "I am a failure. I am sorry," she said, her voice sorrowed. She grabbed the brush and started to comb through her hair.
She pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt and grabbed her keys. She looked over the apartment once more before leaving, shutting and locking the door behind her. She waved to her neighbors, which we're just getting home from work. She smiled faintly and walked past them. None of them had even noticed her, they never did. No one had ever noticed her. She rolled her eyes, and ran down the stairs quickly to get to the outside world.
She just wanted to walk because the world wouldn't let her sleep. Her memories haunted her, so did her conscience. She had broken her promise to her father, the one he thought she would accomplish. She put her hands into her pockets, and lowered her head, her orange hair sheltering her face. Many things were happening around her, though she paid no attention. Life was a burden for her, now. And it always would be.
She slowed down, and looked around her once more. She jumped, hearing a voice behind her. She turned, seeing an alleyway. It was darkened and dirty, seeming to be dangerous. She had a feeling rise up her spine, something she hadn't felt before. She gasped, as it intensified. She hesitantly walked into the alleyway. It was like something was drawing her inside. Her heartbeat quickened, so did her breath. She bit her lip, her blue eyes scanning over everything.
She straightened up, the feeling fading away. "Oh, I'm getting spooked over nothing." She told herself. She let her hands fall to her side. She turned, and started to walk out, but was thrown against the wall.
She grunted falling to the floor, barely conscious. "W-what's happening?" She gasped, pushing herself up to see a dark figure in front of her.
"Hello, pet." He said, wrapping his fingers around her throat, and throwing her head against the wall one more time, making sure she was unconscious.
The figured picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder with a big grin. He could smell the blood on her, racing down the back of her neck. He licked his lips feeling her heartbeat echo through her. He wanted to taste her, but no… He had to follow orders. He kept walking in the shadows until he reached the building his master was in. He smiled widely, tossing the limp body of Seras to his feet. "The bait, Master."