Okay... I was bored, so I wanted to write another chappie~! I was seriously bored... I might actually update this weekend... it all depends because I might get my lap top taken away AGAIN! I got in trouble again XD ANYWAYYY~ here is the next chapter~
{~WTF~}
I was running with all my might. Blackness surrounded me, and I felt as though I was suffocating. I was running from something, something that would hurt me. I didn't know what, but I was scared to the point of shaking. A man armed with a machine gun was the one chasing me all along.
He stood at my fallen feet, staring me down, yet laughing. I remembered his face, but I couldn't put my finger on who he was. I sat there, paralyzed in fear. He got down on one knee, and started to speak in a maniac tone.
"Well, well, well... here you are, still unprotected. Guess all those who cared already died for your sake. Man, you come at a price. We really could have used you and your abilities, but I guess that you won't come. Guess I gotta kill you, right here. Make sure that no one tries to save you, little frauline..." his accent was also vaguely familiar. He chuckled lowly as he aimed his barrel at my face. I closed my eyes shut, as tight as I could. Waiting for the death blow, but it never came.
I dared to open my eyes, but I was back in the same place I had met Aurum. Aurum slowly walked up the hill to where I sat. I stood to meet her at the edge of the incline. I smiled at her, her returning it. "Is something wrong?" I ask, looking at her with concern.
"No...No... Everything is fine, but there is also someone else here, now. Her name is Morgan, and she is with the Nordic countries... Just thought that I should let you know..." Aurum said, then turned to walk away. As she descended into the night, everything began to fade.
I awoke with a start. I was a little bit sweaty, probably from the previous nightmare. When I started to sit up, I noticed that Russia sat next to me. I look at him curiosly because he looked concerned. "Are you okay?" he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nod and smile weakly, but he still looked unconvinced. "I am fine... Why do you ask?" I ask, sitting in an upright position, with my legs outstretched. "I heard you screaming, faint and very quiet screams of agony... Maybe a nightmare?" he looked at me, knowingly.
I decided to tell him, because I wouldn't ever get the chance again. I started off to where it all began...
*FLASHBACK OF EPICNESS*
I stood there, tears streaming down my face, but I kept telling myself I had to remain strong. My long, wavy, white hair flowing behind me as I stood there, looking at a big metal contraption that could supposedly fly. My mother took hold of my shoulder, hugging me, reminding me that this would be the last time that I would see her. "Good bye, my sweet Valentine..." she whispered into my ear. I wiped away some tears, and reminded myself once more that I had to be a strong six year old.
I boarded the metal bird, scared for my mothers life, remembering that she is all that I have left, and I am about to lose her too. I sat in my window seat, looking out to see my mother, crying on her knees. This was better for me, but I had lost my family, here in Germany. I feared what would happen to her once the military found out that she sent me away. It was just to prove that they couldn't have me.
*FLASHBACK IN A FLASHBACK*
I sat there, in our old run-down house. I was only 4, so I just sat there with my brother, Break. We looked exactly the same, purple eyes, pale white skin of an albino, snow white hair, small-ish structure, and the same distant look of boredom that always covered our faces when we were not forced to smile, yet he was older than me. It was quite cold outside our German cottage. We sat at the broken window, peering out at the fresh falling snow. Snow was always so pretty to me.
Break had his arm around me, trying to console all the warmth that was available with our tattered blanket. My father walked into the door, grabbing my brother and I in a griped hold. "Papa!" I squeaked, quickly wrapping my arms around him. "Guten Tag, Valentine..." he says, barring his face into my snowy hair. I giggled as I got up and walked over to pick up my little teddy bear, Hemlock. Break walks over to me, sits on our bed, and starts to ruffle my hair. I loved my brother so dearly.
We were all so happy, no matter what could face us; at least, that is what we thought. The next thing we knew, the door was kicked in, and men in the army intruded. We all knew that they were after me, but it we never thought that they would go as far as taking me by force. I was always one to predict things before they happened, see the unseen such as spirits, and hear more than the average human. I had the ability to hide my aura so that I would go unnoticed for hours at a time, and what they called natural martial art abilities. They wanted that for military purposes, but my family turned down their requests to take me away. I guess that they decided not to hide any longer.
My father tried to hold them back, but a man took out a machete and slit his throat. I screamed as I watched his lifeless body fall to the floor, tainted in blood. Tears streamed down my face as Break pushes me out the door with my mother. "Get out of here!" he yelled. I have never herd his voice this loud, since we come from a family of weak vocalic people. Our voices barely reached about a whisper when we yelled. As we ran, I looked back to see my brother running with us.
As soon as we reached an alley way, only one man remained from the military that followed. I held onto my father's treasured family gun. It was a wonderful black metal gun, with a red engraving that inscripted: Blood Bath. My father had told me to take it when ever there was an emergency. I gripped it in my little hands that seemed to constantly tremble with fear. The man looked strangly familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen him. "Now, I have come for her, and I intend to get her... Even if I have to kill her precious family!" he said, while laughing madly. The man raised his gun to my mother who was in shock still. Just as the trigger was about to be pulled, My brother jumped in the way, blocking the shot with his torso. I screamed as my beloved brother fell to the cold sement, life draining out of him quickly. To finish him off, the man shot him in the head, right between his lovely purple eyes.
My mother pulled me along, and we ran. We ran until we collapsed in a sepret ally way. When we knew that the man was gone, we made shelter for the night, but it turned out to be longer of a stay than we thought.
*END OF FLASHBACK IN A FLASHBACK*
An old woman came to sit next to me on the plane. Well, she looked more middle aged. She smiled at me and asked if that was my mother who was outside, crying. I nodded and turned to the lady. It turned out that she was visiting Germany to see her cousin in Frankfurt. "So, what is you name, sweetheart?" the lady asked. "I am Valentine..." I said, my voice meek and small as ever. "Oh, well I am Nancy. What is taking you to America, love?" I didn't want to tell her the truth, since I didn't know who to trust yet. "Oh, my mother wanted me to escape from the mean men that killed my papa and bruder..." CURSE MY INABILITY TO SAY LIES!
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that... where are you going in America?" "I don't know... Mutter told me to go to a house for orphans, but I am scared..." I said, wanting to have one of my moments where the future is clear... "Well then, you can come live with me!"
*TIME SKIP! About 8 years :D*
I was walking back to the house from school, trying to avoid the larger groups of people. As I walked across the parking lot, I saw him. It was a man that I would see frequently when out of the house. He was just leaning on a car and looking at me. His face was quite serious, yet it had something that looked familiar in his hand.
I continued down the walk path, and just as I was about to pass him, he stood strait and blocked my path. He embraced me, leaving me to want to reach in my pocket and grab my gun. Nothing about him made me want to trust him. Until he said, "Hello, Valentine, sweetheart..." in a low voice, soothing. His voice was quite like my fathers, in some way. He let go, but his hands resumed on my shoulders, holding me out.
"My, you have grown. Last time I saw you was... when you were born? That is a long time!" he said, then started laughing. Who is he? I sure as hell didn't know. "Um, who are you?" I say, peering at him with curiosity. He looked at me, his eyes looking over the top of his spectacles, his brown, messy hair falling in his face. Now that I noticed it, he really doesn't resemble my father at all...
"Who am I? Oh, yes, yes. I shall explain on the way to go get your things..." His face turned solem and he opened the car door for me. I looked at him questioningly. "I don't get in cars with pedophiles..." I said simply, then started to walk away. "Wait! Valentine..." he said, as he caught me by the shoulder. I turned around, not looking amused.
He held out that something that was in his hand. As he released the tight hold around the charm, I took notice of the electric blue gem than was clasped onto a silver chain. If you looked close enough, there was a mystical pentacle engraved in the gem. It was my mothers.
I stared at it in amazement. My gaze followed up to the man's eyes. They were soft, but somehow hollow looking. He smiled, but sighed. "Please, just get in the car, Valentine..." said the man.
Xxxx
I was in the car with a complete stranger that had my mothers necklace. Today just couldn't get any weirder. "So... What is this all about?" I say, wanting some answers.
"Well, let me just say that I was your father's best friend when we were little, then we moved to America, then he gave me a call one day. By this time, I started to live in one of your grandmother's many mansions. I pick up the phone to find you father panicking. He was saying that the army wanted his little girl, and that they were going to have to send her here, for safety. He wanted me to take you in. I agreed it would be nice to take in his most precious little girl. He knew that he was going to die that night, so he had already made arrangements for me to take you. He had sent me your mothers old necklace to prove this all to be true. Now, here I am, living in your grandmother's mansion with my three younger brothers, waiting for you to oblige to come live with us so you will be safe... Are you following me?" I nod, but I was bewildered. It was all falling into place. All of the pieces fit. "Yes..." I say, weaker but confidently. "What?" he said. "I will come..." I say, louder. He smiles and nods happily.
"I never got you name, anyway..." I say, looking at the man as we come to a stop. "It's Mandel..."
Xxxx
Nancy was not happy, she was suspicious, but let me fly away from the nest that she had built from scratch. Mandel and I were on our way to my grandmother's mansion. We finally pulled up, got out of the car, and walked to the door, carrying a bag each. "For a girl, you sure have a small amount of clothes... I bet that is about to change..." that last part he said under his breath. I had no idea what he meant.
We didn't have any free hands, so he slammed his head on the door four times, as a substitute for knocking. A boy that looked sort of like him with the glasses, freackles, fair skin, and brown hair opened the door. There was a difference though. The boy had electric green eyes that look magnificent. His face held sort of a bored look.
"What have you done now, imbecile?" he said to Mandel, his voice monotone. "Shut up! This is Valentine!" Mandel counters, but smiles at me. I keep my face clear of emotions and nod in recognition to the boy. "That is Chris..." Mandel scoffed. Chris looks towards my way and nods back. We walk into the house, revealing a forty foot tall foyer, with a giant chandelier. My grandmother must be freaking' rich!
Two twin boys slide down the twisted stair rail, jumping off towards the bottom. They stand posed as they land, looking quite awkward. The one on the left had a red right eye, and a green blue eye, but black hair covering the red one. The other had the same eye pattern, but his black hair was covering his green one. They were both almost as pale as me, jet black hair that was as strait as can be, and they were about my height. The both looked emo-ish, but looked like they would do anything. (A/N: If you watch Ouran High school Host club, they are basically like Hikaru and Kauru, but emo!)
"Hello, Mrs. Valentine~! I am Castiel, the lovely one.." the one with the green eye in view said as he lent down and kissed my hand. He then pointed to his twin and said "And that there is my twin brother, Zero, the pessimistic one! He has his moments though~!" I giggled slightly at all that was going on, because Zero is now chasing Castiel around the house, yelling death threats and obscenities all over the place.
I knew that I was going to like living here, where I know I can belong...
*END O' FLASHBACK!*
As a tear slid down my face, I let Russia wipe it away... I feel better know that I got that out of my system, but I just remembered who the man from my nightmare was. He was the person who murdered my family.
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Good, eh? I know, I knowww it is late :( but it is here now :D so review, da?