Innocent Blood

The Incident

In the small and quiet town of Death City all was normal for now. The small forests were silent and no wind blew throughout their branches nor leaves as a passing greeting. The city itself was quiet as well. No one was out getting drunk or indulging themselves at Chuppa Cabras. No one was out working late shifts or Weapons and Miesters coming from late night missions. The only movement was the ever falling snow, a rare sight indeed here in the city that is in the middle of a desert. Some would say it was a miracle to have such a fancy here where the snow comes in the winter like another season changing place. Even so, it was the first in decades to have no one out on the streets. There wasn't even a Kishin stalking in the shadows for an unlucky victim. No there was not a single soul in this city, because tonight is the night before Death City was finally built and ready for people to fill its lonesome streets. But here is not where it all happened thats for sure. It was in England at an abandoned church by the sea side. I remembered it all too clearly to think it happened in Death City when on the same night was the night before it was opened.

On that night everything changed. I was fourteen and even though I already started that time of the month, my body still hasn't gone through puberty just yet. I was the small daughter of an english clergyman named Spirit. My mother was a Norwegian girl from Norway who died from lung cancer when I was three. Even then I can still remember her hand caressing my check from when I was small. As a daughter of a clergyman I read more than just bibles, i read every genre of literature by the time I was ten. I was known to be a high intelligent individual for my age, I even knew how to speak Dutch, French and Portuguese by the age of twelve which was the same year I was attending a DWMA school in France, an all girls boarding school that is.

Back to the incident, over here in England it was snowing as well. There was snow in the broken down church as well, for there was a hole in the ceiling where there was a giant bay stained glass window of an angel oboe just where the priest would stand. The mahogany rows where people would pray were black and rotten from age. I was cowering in the center of the open ceiling, clutching a bible to my chest frozen in fear like the snow that sprinkled down on me. My hair blew up from the wind gushing from the open doors in front of me, letting the loos strands from my messy bun to make a halo around my face. The wretched stench of blood arose from my white petticoat dress. My dress had looked so clean and innocent until it was corrupted from the blood of my father. My face felt stiff from the dry tear tracks all over my checks. In front of me was the three dark clothed culprits of my father`s unnatural death. They stained me in the most vile way, both mentally and physically by their messy acts of bloodshed. I had my father`s words echoing loudly in my ears.

"Don't disappear, don't despair over my death, don't take up the responsibility of revenge, don't run just stay here."

Oh how I should of stayed there by my father`s side as he coated my small body in his blood. I should of stayed there and played dead instead of become the thing that he despised and was killed from. But I could not stay there when they came back for his body and only his body, I had to be stupid and have them veer their attention towards me and run into the abandoned church. By now I wanted to ball my eyes out at the memory of my beloved father who had too many girlfriends, but it was still him, it didn't matter what kind of person he was, because he was my father.

"You thought that we couldn't enter on holy lands, what a stupid girl for the daughter of a slayer," one of them growled, nearing towards the steps up to the cathedral.

With shaky hands I flipped open the bible and began read out the verse on vile creatures.

"Haha! She`s trying to make us burn to flames! Well its never gonna happen!" one in the back snickered.

The third one took in a deep breath and licked his lips. "Its a virgin blood! Let me at her!"

Suddenly with a blur the one that bellowed this was in front of me, barring it`s long yellow fangs still reeking of blood. On strange instinct I slapped the book closed, bent my hand back and hit the guy straight across the face making him fly back a couple of feet. My knees hit against each other and shivered from the cold dampness as blood began dripping down from my dress to my legs.

"Idiot, were suppose to preserve her blood not suck it dry or else the boss will stake us," the closest one snarled, stepping up to the cathedral and getting up in my personal space.

"Now, surrender quietly darling," he smiled evilly with his lazy yellow eyes.

"Bite me," I snarled bending my arm back ready to give another hit, when all of a sudden there was a dark and eerie light from above. I stopped and looked up squinting as the light bagman to faultier.

Then there was a howl of pain and the one in the back was on its back withering in pain while coughing up blood. The one in front of me hissed and made an attempt to grab my and run, when suddenly the muzzle of a gun was pressed to his forehead.

The holder of the gun was a boy, probably the same age as me, he had dark gold eyes and black hair with three stripes going across one side of his bangs. His attire was a professional looking black suit with a silver skull buttoned between the collar and two of the same skull as rings, one on each hand and on the same finger. The boy grinned at the man.

"Hello, time to meet your death," he spoke icily, before pulling the trigger and shot the guy. I coward back, clutching the book against my chest again, ready to run again. I may feel scared and sad right now, but I still know how to use my feet.

Then my back hit against something. I slowly turned around to meet the manic eyes of the guy I hit with the bible. Then suddenly I was in pain, my neck ached in pain, as he bite down into my neck with his filthy fangs. There was another gunshot and the guy repelled away from me yowling in pain. But my pain was still there. I felt like there was something slowly crawling under my skin, leaving wakes of indescribable pain.

I felt dizzy, extremely tired and dehydrated all in one that it was noxious to both breath and stand. I fell onto the pile of white snow, staining the white with the red on my dress and from my bleeding neck. My breath became shallow, and I remembered the boy trying to get me up and a large shadow in the shape of Shinigami himself. But I did not care who was there, I just wanted to sleep.

That was the day I knew I hated Vampires

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