3Nikele-chan
Chapter One
AN- Thanks Mitsuki-chan! You’re the only one who reviewed! Sorry this took so long. Major writer’s block. I completely changed the entire theme of the chapter from the original version.
Hi. I can’t tell you my name. I am one hundred thirty-six years old. Over that time, I have gotten so many names that you wouldn’t recognize my original one. I suppose I’m a demon. That is something I’m sure you can understand. I am incomprehensible in a mortal mind. You cannot understand entirely exactly what I am.
I am not a… I believe you call them vampires? Well I’m not one. I’m not a… monster either. My, you mortals have strange names for things. Well I am a demon, and that’s all I can say without calling myself a creature you have a different name for. You could live with me for years and not know. I am disguised as a human.
I have killed many times before. A woman named Heather Kingston-North had a very strange life. In the late 1800s her sister-in-law sold the house she felt she should inherit. I killed her sister-in-law, the buyer of the estate, and two of his children. An innocent man was arrested for this. Then I lay dormant in a pavilion behind the house that had caused so much controversy.
I woke again thirteen years ago and killed a woman who was on the pavilion. I have found that I can kill only on the pavilion, and only between the nineteenth and twenty-third of July. However, I can control people’s minds and make them kill for me. They do not have to be on the pavilion. So every year I’ve killed one of the descendants of the man who bought the house one hundred thirty-six years ago. There’s one left. Her name is Natalie.
I kill them because I believe my creator was Heather Kingston-North. I am helping her, making sure that the family that got her house doesn’t keep it. I know it is wrong in your eyes, but to me it is justified. I was born out of someone’s intense hatred, and the first person I found with hatred was Heather. I do not know who created me, or why, or even if they knew they did.
All I know is I want her dead. Natalie will die this year. I have made sure that her friend placed her wedding on a convenient day. I did not cause the wedding. I simply made her choose to have it on July twentieth. It was an opportunity for me. I took it.
You probably hate me, but you must understand. I do not kill because I hate. I kill because I want to know my creator. I want them to thank me and let me return to the world of the dead where I belong. But I cannot do this without their consent. Their family lives on, and so I am still alive. If their family dies out completely, then I shall depart too. But over almost a hundred and fifty years, one’s descendants spread. There are probably about twenty different families with my creator’s blood in their veins.
I am female, and I hate killing. But I know that is the only way my creator might find me. I know they are dead, but someone with their blood will eventually realize that I am theirs.
I want to be human. I want to be like other people. I pretend to be human, but they are drawn away from me because I emit hate. I cannot help it because that is what I am. I am simply a materialized version of hate; a spirit torn from the rest of the dead and forced to live again. It is painful.
Please do not hate me. It hurts me to feel the love that is inside mortals. I only want to go back to the world of the dead where I will feel no more pain. I only want to die once again
Won’t someone help me?
AN: So, how was it? Did anyone like it? I’m trying to get across the point that this girl hates what she is and is really just a poor spirit torn from the spirit world. All she wants is to go back, and she’ll do anything in order to be dead again.
Please review! Want to flame? Go ahead. It’s not like I’m going to cry or something.
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