Ok Well Hi People! This is one of the stories I wrote long ago, I just randomly thought I would post it :D anywho this is a really short one-shot, and you really don't need to have read trinity blood to understand it.
I can't remember past two years ago, I awoke then and that's when my life started. The early days, that's what I called the time just after I woke up, back then I could not stop myself from murdering a whole crowd to get my fill of blood, I can still remember every single one of their faces, the ones I drank from. The ones I killed. I can remember them screaming out in terror at the sight of me released; my black skin, my red eyes, my silver hair, my black wings, all of it, terrifying to those whom are powerless to stop me. I never wanted to be like this, murdering and drinking so much blood, blood.
These days I can stop myself, barely. Going outside was a constant reminder of what I am and what I have done. I can hear their hearts beating and I can almost taste their blood and feel their struggles. Many times I have wished to die, but in never seemed that I could, it almost seemed like blinking, it happens so fast and then I just open my eyes again only seconds after I closed them, that was now what I dreaded most, dying, because as soon as my eyes opened again I would lose control and the beast would come out, Their faces; Horror, Despair, Reality.
I live by myself in an abandoned ruin, many leagues from any city, they should be safe that far away from me, but things do happen. Every once in a while someone would pass close enough for the beast to smell them then, disaster. Living so far away from anyone seemed like a good idea, they were far away for me not to hurt them, but that made me desensitized to their sent. Luckily no one has been close to my hideout for months, no one dead by my hands for months.
The burning in my throat is getting worse, my head pounds. The beast inside me is struggling to get out, I hope it doesn't or all my work will be put to waste. I can barely move without losing control, so I lay here on the ground fighting a battle I know I must win but one that I can't, as I get weaker, it gets stronger. I'm getting weaker and weaker and about to fall unconscious but shake myself awake. I must win for all those people who don't care about me at all, I care about them though, so I must hold on, but dread finds me. A scent, the scent of fresh human blood, I black out as the beast takes over.
I can still smell it, blood, it seems stronger though and I open my eyes to the sight that lies before me. I am leaning up against a tree with a girl in my arms, I am cradling her almost like one would cradle a newborn baby, but newborns don't have bite-marks in their neck, nor are they so pale. I've done it, another killed by me. At least I've got a hold of myself; the burning in my throat has been dulled. I might be able to resist if another person comes looking for the girl, but I'm not going to push it. I'm going to have to move. I glance down, argh, I'm going to have to find new clothes too, I do not want yet another reminder. I stand up and glance at the girl, "sorry, girl I never knew." I lean over and close her still open eyes with my thumb.
'I am a monster that is who I am, nothing can change that. But no matter how much I convince myself nothing can change, I will still try to.'
I don't want to be a monster
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