The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 8

Harry's POV

I'm surprised at how Liza passed out like that. Glad I caught her but this is becoming concerning. What was running through her head? Right now she's sitting besides me wanting to know about my past. The past, not something I wanna talk about but I need to. It's quiet and I just wanna let out everything for once...

Having her ask for an offical friendship, strange how a part of me doesn't want that and something else. I wanna tell her about my past, I don't know why.

"Where do I start?" I look at her pink eyes

Here goes nothing...

"13 years ago, back when I was 6. My powers had caught the attention of the vampire. I didn't understand why but I knew I was special. I knew I was stronger than most kids. I had a peaceful life, I was about to start school, my mom treated me with care and I was a carefree kid.

The day I met the vampire was the day that I would never return home."

"Hello, my name is Weller Hanamer." He introduced himself
"My name is Harry..." I looked up at his dark eyes
"Nice to meet you." He fake smiled

The man I saw at the front door was scary but he managed to somehow comfort me. I was clutching onto my stuffed bear all nervous while my mom was talking to the vampire. I couldn't tell what they were talking about but one sentence was burned into me, "Sure doesn't resemble his father at all..."

I didn't like that sentence one bit, I didn't understand anything but it scared me. I was scared but didn't show it. I knew I was stronger than most kids my age so I was never scared of anyone but this man scared me.

I can feel my eyes tearing up as I tell this story. I've never told anyone my past before. Well, what can you say when telling something like this?

My mom told me to follow him but it seems as if she didn't want to and being the naive kid I was, I listened. I followed him and we walked for what seemed like hours. Eventually, we reached a huge mansion near the outskirts of the village. The mansion was huge and beautiful. The roof was black, the walls were a pure white and the windows had golden accents around them. The door was a dark wood and the scenery just made it even better.

We take a step in and the inside of the house was stunning. Velvet walls, black carpet, long corridor with many dark wood doors. It seemed huge, never ending and a bit uneasy...the vampire or Weller I should say stops at the 5th door. He opens it and asks me to go into the room. Being a naive child, I listened.

I go in and the door slamed behind me, I hear the lock click. I didn't notice as I was fascinated by the room. White long walls, a small neat bed, huge window and a bunch toys. I start to play with the toys and for hours upon hours I just play not realizing what was going on. Eventually I get hungry, I try to open the door but it was locked.

I start crying and begged to be let out but got no answer. I fall on the ground let the tears run on my cheeks. I was scared, the realization that it was night made it worse and I wanted back home. After two hours of sobbing and crying, the door opened.

On the other side of the door was a maid. She looked like she was in her mid 30's, golden brown hair, light gray eyes and tan skin. She was holding a sandwhich and gave it to me without a word. I ate the sandwhich in a matter of minutes, she left and closed the door. My stomach wasn't completly filled so I wanted to ask for more but before anything, everything went black.

When I woke up I was in a cold room. I was scared, I didn't know what was going on.

"The kid seemed to react well to the pill." I heard a familiar dark cold voice.
"Seems like you'll be getting new fresh blood." a lady like voice says.
"Old blood is shit." Weller continued

The room was dark so I couldn't see anything. Tears were forming in me and I let out a sob. Weller heard me as I felt his eyes pierce through me.

"Awake?" he asked.
"W-where is m-my mom..." I cried out.
"You won't be seeing her for a few months." he replied.
"What i-is happening?" I asked as tears were running down my cheeks. "I want my mom."
"Well I've seen plenty of kids like you." I felt his smile. "But you have an important job."

I shut up all confused and scared. I wasn't able to move or do anything at all. I wanted too move, I wasn't restrained but I couldn't move, just cry.

I managed too eventually to start walking. Altough I couldn't see, my other senses were razor sharp. I walked for a minute before I accidentally tripped on something that felt like a body. I backed away still not being able too see from the darkness.

Before I could react a powerful green glow came out of my hand. The glow made me see a young man, maybe 18 years old. He had green hair that went down to his shoulders and old torn clothes. He was lying on the ground passed out on concrete floor. I was gonna bend down too see if he was ok but then black thin stripes came out of him onto the glowing hand.

He woke up, started to scream in the most terrifying way and then nothing. I was scared, the glow went away and it was pitch black again. The scream terrified me, I couldn't make a sound, make a cry, move or anything.

"Hopefully this will taste good." I sensed Weller approaching me. "All food is tasteless after all." He patted my head. I was too shocked to react. My 6 year old mind couldn't wrap around what just happened.

Day after day this would keep happening, locked in room with nothing but toys, food, pass out, cold dark room, screams, blood and repeat. After I don't know how long, 4 years someone started to train me. They were kind, a tall guy in his twenties, demon like me.

He had golden eyes, pointy ears, long brown and golden hair tied into a braid, a bit on the muscular side but overall a great person and great teacher.

He was the first person I could trust in a long time. He trained me well, his name was Asher, a wonderful teacher who'd be nothing but caring of me...

I never told him what was going on, I knew he would be killed instantly.

So a few months passed.

"Harry, did you know that demons are the strongest creatures?" Asher asks me.
"No, but I'm not surprised." I answer.
"Really?" Asher smirks. "I think it's a shame how few demons there are."
"But being rare is cool!" I state.

Asher was the only reason why my mind wasn't going insane. He was kind, gentle, funny and an overall great person. He taught me many things. The only thing was that I was being watched all the time when I was outside.

Years passed, I grew and did my job for Weller. At some point I was numb to the screams and blood, I could control my powers and just lived with it. Eventually, I gained more freedom and could go outside at my will as long as I didn't escape. I got an allowance, which certainly helped me.

I rarely visited my mom but she was always welcome and kind. My dad disappeared years ago so Asher became like a father instead.

"You're already improving so fast!" Asher gave me a high five.
"Just shows how great you are!" I replied.
"Guess I am great." he smiled.
"Well why wouldn't we?" I smiled back.

We talked about past memories, fun things and I just felt happy, but life is unfair...

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