Corrupted Innocence.
One shot?
Corrupted Innocence. I suppose those are the only words that can describe what I've been through. Everything that was done to me, how I came to be, standing here in front of you know, telling this story, sharing these moments with you. So I shall start at the beginning, where most stories embark.
Life as it is now; I find it hard to remember my past. I can't remember anything of what came before Millennium. I remember that night. That night before I was captured. It had been a beautiful night, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I had always loved the nighttime, my mother knew that. That night she had sent me out for some food stamps. It was late, but I didn't care, I loved wandering around looking at the stars in the night sky. I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going, and I ran into some German soldiers. This was my greatest fear because I knew that my father had been Russian, and most of the traits that I inherited came from him, my dark hair, pale skin, freckles. My haunting eyes have developed from other things that I will explain through out my story. I was careless and had bumped into some soldiers that night, they questioned my nationality. They began to beat and jest at me. I never caught their names but they threw me into a concentration camp. I never saw my mother again.
The camp was terrible, so dirty…I was lucky though I guess. Upon arrival I was taken to see Dr. Menendez, the Angel of Death. He put me on another train to see another expert doctor, this is the man that I now know as Dok. I thought there was something wrong with me, I guess there was. There was something in my eyes that haunted that doctor, he refused to have me in the camp. The doktor that he sent me to, was so scary, I almost began to cry upon arrival. I didn't cry though, I didn't want to seem like a coward. I wanted to do my best, I didn't want to die.
I didn't die that day, but everyday after. I was experimented on, my reactions observed and calculated. I was asked how I felt, and he begged for detail. I could never give it to him, my eyes were red rimmed and swollen just from living, if that's what you could call it.
I wasn't even seventeen when I was turned into a vampire. I was nearly 18 when I got pregnant. The details of the child's conception are so… dark and morbid, I still find them hard to believe. Just the fact that a doctor could rape a 'patient' forces them to bear child and watch their flesh and blood die was unbelievable. I have never known such a terrible pain in my life as giving birth. It hurt more then I could ever imagine. I had no drugs, no painkillers, not even anything to bite on. I thought that I was going to die. Soon though I heard the child cry. I had motherly instinct to take the child and feed it. It was a baby girl. She was so beautiful. Only I wasn't given my child. No, instead the doctor forced me to tape down my breasts and told me that I could not feed the baby. I listened to my child cry for six days. It hurt my ears so much. I wanted to hold and soothe my child so much, to hold her against my sore chest and nurse her. But I couldn't.