Please listen! The girl that appears here is NO MARY SUE! I just invented her charakter, because she's necessary for the story. She'll just appear here and she won't fall in love with anybody, she has no hidden powers and she's in no need to be saved! This is, actually, the only chapter she appears in person.
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Chapter 1 - In the dark of the Night
Well, perhaps it was better that way. He never had been very accessible when he woke up at dawn to find one of his fits on his mental doorstep. His ears detected something abnormal out of the crowd of warm, blood filled bodies down to his feet. A group of five persons hurried roughly through the people, making their way with harsh words and also harsh elbows. The party contained out of four males and one female, a young woman, still a girl in his eyes, with strange purple coloured hair. And she was obviously not so eager to keep in contact with the three adult men, who knocked the bystanders away in the first point. The fourth male was a child. A young boy, he couldn't guess his age, with the same shock of purple hair like the girl.
The boy looked up to the roofs, up to where the creature hid himself in the shadows, and his purple eyes bored deep and violent into the dry heart of the old vampire.
That was the trigger for his torture. What lingered so long on the edge of his conciousness now beared its fangs and was about to jump his defenceless self inside his own head.
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"Come on, sweety. Just that corner and we'll finally slash that delicious little throat of yours", a rough and evil voice told.
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It was a curse. His senses never let got of a potential prey. Even more so, if he once had a prey like those. The cacophony of mutilated screams rose in his mind and blocked all other sounds out. But still the pictures of the backwater alley played along in front of his inner eyes.
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"So Sissy, you can not pay us our hard earned money back?", the man who hold her by the arms was a giant of a man, with arms as thick as her thin waist.
"You know-" she began but the slap silenced her immediately.
"I always thought of myself as a generous man. Lending money to two orphans, because the older sister seemed so mature is not something everyone would do. But my patience is depleted, my dear, I've waited long enough for you to pay back what is mine."
"NOO! Get away from my sister, you filthy bastard!" the young boy yelled. The third of the man hold him in an equally iron grip as his sister was caught in, yet he wasn't as big the giant. But it was enough to make the struggling attempts of the child useless.
The man who had spoken to the girl, obviously the speaker and leader of the small party, turned around and threw his fist deep into the vulnerable stomach of the captured boy. Unable to form coherent words or to even breath he gaped, threw his neck in his back his eyes wide and exposed like saucers.
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Those purple, purple, beautiful eyes. One voice rose from the crowd of doleful screams that occupied his brain. It was the voice of a woman, high and full of sorrow and pain, who loaded the fate of those two children down there in the alley on him. Some more blood on his hands.
He hadn't known -normally he wouldn't take a woman like her- that she had had children.
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"I'll deal later with you, little sunshine, but till that don't interrupt the business talk I have with your older sister" his voice was sweet although it contradicted the environment .
As he turned again to the girl she was trembling with fear, her eyes hold small tears and her breathing was that of a little animal. But her eyes, despite the liquid in them, were hard and adamant.
"Leave him out of this" she managed to spit out between her clenched teeth.
"Oh, I don't think this is possible, your debts are so high your own little scrawny body's not nearly enough to pay them. I was thinking... I think I'll sell you to a knocking shop and your little boy here'll make it perfectly in one of those factories, don't you think?"
A sob was heard from behind and her eyes widened at the thought of being separated from her brother. "Sister" he sobbed, "I don't want to go away from you." She threw him and assuring look over the man's shoulder.
"No," she stated firmly.
The lecherous grin only grew on his dirty shaved face. "You sure? Think about it, your brother's worth seven years of your freedom. So give him to us and you'll only have to deal for 3 years with cultured gentlemen like myself." He said and cupped her left breast in his hairy hand.
She spat at him and he stumbled back from her as if she had slapped him.
"Well," he said and wiped the spit from his eyes, "in that case I think your body will be enough!" He swirled around and slashed her throat in one single movement.
The scenery in his head would drive any person mad. There were the screams, the voice of the woman he had killed some years ago, the pictures how he had caught her in a back alley so similar to the one down there. And the pictures from the present incidents. He had curled himself in a tight ball on top of the roof, his claw like hands pressed against his ears, a pathetic attempt to block out the horrible screams.
And now the scent of blood drifted up to him.
It took some moments for the blood to flow, but soon it wetted her dress and dirtied her long purple hair. The delicate dark blue eyes widened and were glued on her little brother, him being the last thing she saw.
"NOOOO!! SISTEEEEEEERRR!!" The man that hold the boy had to struggle hard to keep the kicking boy under control. Tears smeared down his little face and the scream was loud and pained. He tried desperately to get to his big sister, who now lay in a puddle of her own blood.
The boy hadn't noticed how the leader of the men had come near him, but the violent hand around his right wrist and the pain of being pinned to the stone wall by the same knife through his hand that killed his sister was one thing he noticed.
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Now a second, yet similar scent of blood hovered up to him. His breathing was pained, his shoulders clenched and his head hurt like it would explode. And that what was left from his human heart tortured him.
And suddenly it was as if a thick blanket threw itself over the screams. It ebbed down with every breath he took and was finally gone.
He felt drenched and weak as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the dark sky. It was as he once again noticed the loud screams from under him.
"BE QUIET!" He screamed now too, to beat the helpless calling boy. With an impatient movement he cupped his forehead and threw it back against the unforgivable stone wall. With that silence reigned that part of the town again.
"Bill, what'll we do now?" the giant asked and rounded the corpse of the girl, eager not to touch the still liquid blood on the floor.
Bill took his knife out of the hand of the boy, with the result that the young slipped down to the ground laying there unconscious. "We'll sell her corpse. And take the boy with us to the factory. Carry him!"
As the party reached the entrance of the alley a frightening shadow blocked their way.
"I think I'll take the boy with me. You can deicide on your own if your lives are worth his."
inhales phew much violence here. I know, I know. I'm a bad person.
I only wrote that comment at the beginning because I know of the habbit of a few people who like to close a fiction as soon as a Mary Sue appears in it. Like earlier mentioned this is the only chapter where Zexion's sister's appearing. I haven't even given her a name, so don't worry