Kaki*~*~*~*~*~*
Nobody ever accepted me. Not even the others in my clan. My parents were executed for a crime they didn’t commit and so was my brother. I think I had a foster parent after that but they were just so happy and understanding… So one night… I murdered them…
I reached for the butcher’s knife on the side. It was heavy in my hands. Slowly I climbed up the carpeted stairs of their house. I never belonged here in the first place. I might as well have sold my soul to the devil. This was what I was planning to do. It was simple really. All I had to do was murder my own parents. They weren’t actually mine completely but did it matter? Two lives wouldn’t affect anything in this world. To be fair my life didn’t affect this world either. But I was planning to make it. The couple lay in a double bed dressed in linen pyjamas.
“Get up.” I said ruthlessly. Slowly they stood up worried. I took the knife out from behind by back and threw it directly into my mother’s head. Then I tackled my father and wrapped my hands around his throat. I pushed and soon he stopped breathing. The knife was still in my mother so I yanked it out. It was dripping with blood. I hesitated at first but then I did it. I slid my tongue across the knife licking up all the blood. It tasted incredibly salty but in a good way. Slowly I dipped my fingers into the pool of blood. Then I drew an upside down pentacle on my t-shirt, apparently this was the sign of the devil. The warm blood dripped down my t-shirt and onto my trousers. I pierced my skin with the cold hard blade and did the same thing on my palms with my own blood. I waited. Nothing happened at first but then I felt like I was choking. I opened my mouth and blood poured out along with a shining ball of red. Carefully I reached out to touch it and it withered into a black lifeless mess.
“That’s you.” He said to me. I looked up blood still pouring from my mouth. He gently picked it up and ate it slowly.
“You were once pure but now your soul has rotted.” A pain surged in my chest and I screamed for a minute. Then I smiled and licked the blood off my fingers. He stared at me slowly and disappeared leaving me in the dark room, sitting in a pool of blood. After that I ran away from civilization, I fled into the wood. That’s how I found the clan.
They called themselves cross and they were all vampires. They never knew I was an Upir until the day I left that hell hole. And believe me that was the best thing I ever did. Then I was left wandering again. Until I found the MCC. A mysterious group that I didn’t know much about. I was willing to give them a try. I was going to try to be normal but once a monster always a monster.