Disclaimer: I DO NOT own DGM it belongs to its owner Hoshino Katsura… Or the story idea used with permission from ShadowDragon94
August 9, 1897 England
Running, that was all that mattered. That was all I needed to do. My mother's fingers cut into my arm as she dragged me along the rough terrain, the sharp jagged stones and the spear like sticks that lay on the mossy ground of the forest cut into my bare feet as I ran. The storm hailed down on us. My father I had no idea where he was. Maybe he was fighting them off? The people who tried to kill me? My mother looked so horrified when a man wearing a black hood stabbed me in the heart just a minute ago. And now we are running. Running to god knows where, even though we don't believe in the god. My sister ran also, but she followed a path that lead away from the town. My mom suddenly stopped, her breathing rough and hoarse, she was exhausted. She was human after all, not like me or my father. My father was a type of super human he never said what he actually was. My sister is a super human too. Not me, I'm something much, much different. I'm a vampire.
I bumped into my mother when she suddenly stopped. I looked up at her, her golden brown hair was tangled with broken off twigs and fir needles, her shirt drenched in sweat from the run that felt like eternity. I'm sure her legs burned and ached. I look over, I notice we are on the cliff's edge. And see my home town is in an orange blaze. I hear shots from guns, wood crackling, and the most terrifying…. People dying. My mother looked down at me, her brown eyes filling with tears.
"Forgive me, Allen." She choked out then she picked me up, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and threw me over the edge before I could even say or think anything. As I fell I watched the orange fire pierce my mom's chest and the night sky. Bloody tears ran down my cheeks when I fell into the trees.