((Just to fill in 'cos it's been awhile since I posted. blade got stabbed in the arm with some needle thing with weird serum in it and blacked out.. now VOILA!))
There was always three of us.
Then there was a gunshot.
Suddenly, there was only two.
Who knew a single bullet could tear apart a family.
Who knew I could tear apart a family.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe, at all. I tried to to suck in a breath but no air came. My lungs refused to work. Why couldn't I breathe? It was completely black, I couldn't pry my eyes open. Where was I? There was no water, no air, no nothing. It was like I was in a vacuum. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. A rush of heat consumed me, shook me, burned me. The last bit of air I had stored up, left me.
I was suffocating.
One eye snapped open as a surge of fresh air entered my lungs. I gasped and sat up, resulting a fiery pain to ripple through through my body; the sources coming from my neck and thigh. As I laid back down, there was an overwhelming sense of strangeness- like I was being watched. I slowly made out the figure of a woman. "Hey, sleepy head." Her voice smooth and seductive, like velvet concealing something scandalous, while foreign hands gently took my shoulders and lifted me up into a sitting position. "You've been out for quite awhile, hon'."
I tried to respond, to make a noise, to acknowledge her presence, but my mouth refused to open. I couldn't see well either, everything was blurry, but I could tell I was somewhere that had to do with medical procedures. A hospital perhaps? The place smelt like blood, pain, and death attempting to be masked with too much disinfectant. The walls around me, or what I could make out of them, were enclosed and making the room feel small; the only light source was two dim light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Wherever I was, hospital or not, it wasn't safe.
I felt the woman's hands raise both my arms then run across my neck, collarbone, shoulders, shift down my sides, around my waist, and across my thighs. Every time her fingertips touched a certain part of my body the pain would cause me to flinch, but she didn't seem to notice- or care. "Everything seems to be working, stiff, but working. You've been out for a few days, so I'm surprised you're even able to support yourself."
A few days!? What the hell!? A soft finger touched my chin and tilted it up, there was a blinding light in my right eye. It felt too bright, like a ray of light as bright as the sun was boring into my skull. That light lasted about three seconds in my right eye- nothing appeared in my left. Why couldn't I see out of my left eye? Was I blind?
"So what's your name, girly?"
"Mmmm?" Was all I could manage, my mouth parted slightly, but I still couldn't say the words.
"Your name?" When no response came she gave an "Oh!" and I heard her footsteps disappear only to return shortly.
There was a sharp pain in my wrist, a cool liquid, and almost instantly my jaw slackened allowing in a much needed breath. My eyesight cleared, and the woman came into view- I almost wish she hadn't. Her hair was extremely long and the color of the forest leaves, reflecting her dark spring eyes. She seemed to adorn a nurse's outfit that was, too, tight and, too, short. Midnight black stockings came up to the mid of her thigh and I could see the garter belt straps that attached to the hem. The frilly, pungent, scent she gave off was intoxicating- in all the wrong ways.
Her voice was impatient as she tapped her clipboard with her pen and asked a third time,"Name...!?" Right. My name. My mouth opened to speak it, but wait. What was my name. On second thought, where the hell was I, and why the hell was there some sleaze of a nurse feeling me up and asking for my name?
"Ma'am?" Was all I could manage out as my body stiffened from shock.
"Name. What is your name...?"
"Oh. I-I don't know..."
"What?" She took the bridge of her nose between her fingers as she hissed,"No wonder Damian picked an idiot like you...so easy...and weak."
"Damian?" Who was he? Who was she? Who the hell was I!?!
"You know what... just head upstairs... he's in his quarters." She hauled me from, now that I realized it, the cot I was laying on and pushed me toward a door.
"Where am I?"
"The basement, dear, Damian sends all his 'patients' to me after he's done playing with them... Now off you go." She shoved me out into the dark hallway and slammed the door shut. I was alone, to fend for myself, in this unknown place.
After half an hour of finding ground-level, and roaming the giant mansion with a hurt leg, my hands touched the cool knob of a dark door that had carvings of demons and monsters on the frame. I assumed it was Damian's- whoever he was -bedroom. Slowly, I turned it and stepped into the dark room. It was that scent, that intense scent, what was that? blood? Why was it so prominent. It consumed me, enveloped by senses, and made my mouth water. To hold back the engulfing smell, I bit into my lip but instantly released it as a sharp pain spiked through my bottom lip. I looked around the shadow consumed room for a mirror but none came into focus out of all the haunting silhouettes.
"Still getting used to them?" A voice called somewhere deep within the darkness and I stumbled back. My mouth parted to reply but it cut me off again,"Listen, don't be afraid..I know you're confused."
"Wh-who are you?" My mouth was dry, so dry. It was hard to talk.
"Who I am is not important, what's important is who you are? Do you know who you are...what you are?"
"N-No..." I wasn't going to lie, there was no point. I was trapped anyway, maybe being honest was the key to my freedom.
"Well have a looksy..." A mirror skid to my feet and stopped as it hit my toes. Cautiously, I picked it up and looked at the deep, bleeding, marks on lip. My earlier question was answered as I found out why I couldn't see out of my left eye. It was gone; I was so in shock I didn't even react- it was hard to process that I was going to be scarred for the rest of my life. The next thing I caught sight of was my... fangs?
"Beautiful aren't they..."
"What am I?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're a vampire, my dear...well half."
I didn't respond, I bolted for the door. I had to get out of there. This place was crazy, I was dreaming- I had to be dreaming. Something cold and harsh gripped my shoulder and pulled me back. My head was spinning, the dark disappeared with a flash of a light that blinded me for a few mere moments. I heard the word "sit" and was pushed into a chair.
"Now.. I can answer all your questions if you would just sit still." The holder of the voice came into view, his dark hair framing his face and contrasting his snowy skin. A white button-up shirt adorned his chest, while he wore black slacks and dress shoes. He flashed me a vibrant smile and gave me the most menacing glare with dark red eyes. And no matter how much I wanted to leave, my only option was to sit and find out the truth.
"Okay.." I swallowed down the fear and went on,"Who am I?" Was I on drugs?
Who names their child "Discord"?My eye fluttered shut as I took in the word- the label -it was a nightmare, I was dead. This was Hell. I was going to burn for eternity, never feel fresh air in my lungs again, never going to feel the cool touch of water or another human being. I was alone, defenseless, and scared.
Finally, I gained my composure and pressed on,"Where is my eye?" As if the question startled him, his expression changed from threatening to something much more sincere, caring- empathetic.
"I can tell you who did it, Discord. They're also partly responsible for your pearly fangs."
Someone did this to me? "Who?" I growled, anger boiling up in the pit of my stomach.
"It wasn't just one person. It was more than one-I'll say about four or five. This group of people tore you from your apartment and, like some sort of twisted game, pinned you down and pulled that pretty little eye from its socket. They took your body, slit the artery in your thigh and left you to rot in a forest- I presumed they thought you were dead by the time they wounded your leg."
"What!?" A sick bile rose in my throat; I couldn't believe what he was saying! Someone wanted me to die? What did I do? I didn't even remember my name, more or less causing someone to hate me enough to rip my eye out,"Why'd they do it?" Emotions of anger, sadness, and pain slipped through the cracks of my shattered words.
"Revenge? Fun? Who knows... those people are evil. Why they'd do it to someone like you is beyond on my comprehension." At this point, he was holding my trembling hands. It felt like his grasp was the only thing keeping me in tune with reality- stopping me, and my mind, from slipping away into the claws of insanity.
Painfully, I forced myself to continue talking,"And the fangs?"
His grip on my hands tightened at the slightest and I couldn't tell if it was comforting or threatening,"Your fangs? Yes....your fangs. I happened to be walking through those woods around the time you got dumped like a worthless vessel. And though I usually don't save people, I couldn't stand to let that virgin blood go to waste. As I approached you're limp body, I noticed, you were still alive. You're remaining eye was glazing over and you were close to death. I could smell it. I sat there thinking over if I should convert you into a fledgling- since virgins are the only one's who can be transformed. I-"
I interrupted him and watched as his expression flicker to something irritated, but he quickly corrected the slip-up. Why was upset? He just addressed something personal. Very personal"How did you know I was a virgin."
"I could tell... the scent you gave off screamed at my senses, and I couldn't resist that perfect throat you possessed. It was gorgeous, and when I dug my fangs into your supple flesh, the sensation was like ecstasy."
I didn't know if I should've been flattered or creeped out- he was the one who saved my life. This guy, man, thing, had just appeared out of nowhere; I had no idea if I could trust him. For all I knew he was just waiting to dine on me. "Why can't I remember anything..."
"Uhm....It had to do with that little wiccan, one of the people that was participating in your slaughter. She possesses magic; I'm guessing she cleared your memory just in case you survived- in this case...you did. I'm terribly sorry, but I can fill you in on all the details as long as you agree to something."
"It's more to the benefit of you, I'm just going to help because I believe it's right," He pulled a folder out of no where and handed it to me. As I opened it and flipped through the pages, he continued,"That file is about the four people that attacked you. It contains pictures of them and just a short description I put together on my own knowledge."
I brushed my fingers over a picture of a girl with dark onyx hair. The photo seemed to be snapped without her consent, for she was walking, head low, looking to the left only a tad, as if she didn't want to be seen. I figured she was eighteen, nineteen at the most. Her fair skin complemented her vibrant eyes. In all, she was beautiful; I could see how she could get away with murder because I'd never suspect her. The short paragraph stated her name: Becca Stevenson, she was a sorceress, and that she'd be a tough opponent.
I looked to the next picture, it was another girl. She was smiling at someone out of the photo, her hair was a mix between brown and black- almost a dark chocolate- and she had greenest eyes I'd ever seen. Her name was Phoebe Rouge, she could morph her body to be adamantium plated- making her nearly invincible. It also stated she was a lot older than she appeared but gave no age.
My eye fell upon a photo of a male; he had a hood drawn concealing all but the lower half of his face. This was Declan Conners? The picture wasn't even a full profile, just the bottom half. After I gave up on the image, I moved to the description. Declan was highly dangerous, trained to kill, and fluent in various languages. It stated he had to be seen first because if not death was inevitable.
Lastly, my fingers ran over the ripped edge of a picture, it was a boy, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, expressionless face,"What happened to this one?" I muttered, examining the torn photo, it was ripped, its other half missing.
"Oh...? That's... Terror. I found the picture ripped in half near your body. I never found the other half, I think it was him and another person, girlfriend maybe." There was a sense of agitation in his expression and words, so I decided not to push it. Quickly, averted my eye to read about him. It read that this male was evil, dark, and tortured his victim's for fun. He'd take advantage of helpless human girls. The one thing that stood out the most was the fact that he was a demon. He was strong, almost incapable of being killed. Kill or be killed."
Shaking my head, I shut the folder and looked back to him,"So what am I suppose to do, I can't possibly go up against four specially trained fighters."
"That's where you're wrong, Discord, I have plans for you."
"What kind of plans...?"
He took my hand and pulled me out the seat,"Follow me and you'll find out."
((Also, I did not go over spelling or grammar mistakes, I wanted to finish this because I've been working on it for like three weeks.. -.- So sorry.))