Rogue X Reader}{ A Bloodstained Angel

Chapter 6

Why is everyone so silent? Is this the silent treatment for not continuing the original? WAHHHHH- jk. I understand.

Speak your minds though! I don't mind hate or like comments.

Nicola's POV

All eyes were on me. Both stares of fear and glares of hate or competition.

Wherever I went, these stares always followed me. Whether it may be the shadows who look down on me or memories that can never be forgotten, they cannot leave me.

The stares of fear. They reminded me of the ones my family had given me long ago, before I ended their lives.

~*Flashback*~

I was walking through the forest with my little sister, Zilla. I was only thirteen at the time, and Zilla was six. I was in a dark wizard guild, but I was the weakest among everyone. It was humiliating, being the guild masters' child and having no power or influence.

Zilla smirked, "So sis, you planning on going any missions?"

I rolled my eyes. She's so little, yet she can still bully me. How pathetic. What should I expect from a dark guild?

"Zilla, You know I can't do that."

She started giggling. "Didn't you hear? Mama and Papa said they're gonna kick ya out if ya don't get them some money."

My eyes widened. Well, I'm not surprised... "So what? Not like I need them."I was then shrouded in darkness.

"Hey, little girl, want some candy?" a voice asked me.

"Tch. Don't you think you should be trying to ask five-year-olds that question?" I yelled.

"No, kid, you've got it all wrong. I just wanna give you power. But it comes with price," the voice sounded as if it was coming closer.

Then, a boy with silver hair and and shining black eyes. He looked like he was a year older than me, at least.

I raised a brow. "Why, out of all people, do you want to give me power?"

He just laughed at my statement. "Dear, you need power, and so do I. Let's face it. Being weak isn't fun, right?" I had to agree with him. Being weak is the worst thing in the world. "Seems like we have an understanding... So, how about we make a deal?"

I thought about it. "What do you mean by a 'deal'?"

We just stood there in silence, and he lifted up his hand. A small purple flame appeared in it. It felt...alive. "I give you power, you give me fifty of these." I didn't know how to respond. How am I supposed to retrieve him these if I don't even know what they are?

"You must not know what these are. Ths is a soul," he spoke while eating it hole. He place his hand under my chin and made me look at him, "Do we have a deal, kid?" I gulped and nodded. I was released from the shadow-like world and woke up in a tree, back in the forest I was in last. Only, this time, a knife was in my hand. There was a note on it saying, "Taste the blood of your victims. You will thank me later."

This was definitely from that guy. I looked down from the tree, to see a woman. Maybe in her mid-twenties. I threw the knife at her head, and it surprisingly hit and went through her head, I jumped down. I honestly don't know how to find this appetizing. Never once have I tried human blood, or any kind of blood for that matter.

I pulled the knife out of her head slowly, watching the blood spill onto the ground. onto the dirt road. When the knife slipped out, I gladly tried the blood. I felt energy rushing through me. Excitement? Maybe. But I felt something more than that. It felt like some kind of freedom.

I looked down at my bloodstained hands and smirked. Is this power? No, not yet. I need to kill more. I began to giggle, which soon turned into a loud, mad laugh. I slowly started walking towards the guild.

"Taste the blood of your victims he said. HAHAHA! Why not drink it all?!" I laughed. Ripping off the woman's hand, sucking all blood that dared to drip off of it. My mind didn't care for nothing but blood, my eyes began to sting from the salty liquid in my eyes.

The blood. The pain. Their screams. The begs for mercy that shall never be considered.

They're going to pay for calling me weak...