All the wrongs in the world just became oh so right- a demon/vampire love story - chapter 1
Chapter 1 : All the wrongs in the world just became oh so right- a demon/vampire love story - chapter 1
A girl who has lead a horrid life has murdered her parents and escaped from them. But only to find a baby, vampires, and a demon that was sealed inside her at birth. And who are her real parents?
"You lazy son of bitch! We have a wining little homeless bitch in our house and all you can do is hope a smuggling operation doesn't go wrong! We cant aford another mess up from you!" "Sorry! I am sorry that a baby was dropped off at our door step! I am sorry that your a bitch of a wife!" I sat in my room. My ankle chained to the bed so i couldn't run away. I have no name. But I think i am seven. My mom and dad have been argueing about how much of a burden i am. They said the only good thing about me is they get money from someone so they can take care of me. But i only get one meal a week. I can never leave my room. And I can never speak unless told to. I have never smiled in my life. Never laughed. Never was i loved. I am mute. I never speak and i have an emotionless expression all the time. My father walked into the room. His hand was red. He must of slapped my mother. He does that alot. His other hand held a beer bottle. He always drank. I sat on the edge of the bed and held my head high. I will never hold y head down. I know he is going to strike me. Strike me because of his own missery. He holds his hand up. The one with the beer bottle. It comes down and shatters across my face. But i don't move, i dont cry... because what is the point. No one will save me. No one cares. After the pointless beating i get out my note book and write. Poetry. Its the only thing i show my emotion in is my poetry. And no one will know about it. I write the title. MY PATH TO HEAVAN. ---nine years later--- I pull back my long black hair. My black eyes are nothing but never ending pools of darkness. I put on my black pants and black sweater. Then I slipped on my black boots. I took one last look at my 'room'. My 'room' was small and everything was white. No windows. No light except one single candle on a small wooden table by my bed. My bed was white. Straps and chains hung off the sides of the bed. The white walls had blood stains and claw marks on it. The bed and table were the only things in the room. I looked at the door. The door was made of metal and had a small rectangle window that could slide open. I walked up to it and ran my hand across the claw marks on the door. I put my hand into my pocket and pulled out a key I took from my father as he beat me. I unlocked the door and walked into the hallway.
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