+Bloodthirsty Lovers+ +BloodMoon x Reader+

+Chapter Four+

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TW: Description of Blood, Forced Murder, Slight Child Abuse, Hints toward Branding

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You stared at your hands.. they were small, shaking, covered in a red... icky substance. In front of you, there was something that was covered by a white cloth.

Taking a glance around, you noticed the red of the room. Red and dark lighting was all you could see apart from the shadows of people in long dark coats. Their hands were crossed over their chest.

"Go on. Do it again." What seemed to be the leader spoke lowly. His voice echoed in your ears. You looked forward again, the thing moving and squirming.

There were muffled screams and begs from behind the cloth. Your eyes widened, and you began to try to cry.

Although, someone stepped behind you. They shoved you forward. You, in a panic, held the handle of the knife tighter. Your head turned quickly, seeing no one behind you.

Your breathing began to shake and quiver. You were only 6... what was happening?

"Go on, kid. They hurt your parents." The voice lied. You were 6, so young, you couldn't tell a truth from a lie.

Taking a step closer, you held the knife in both hands. Raising it up, you shook. You couldn't help but breathe quickly. You shut your eyes tightly, jabbing the blade down.

The red substance that keeps flowing through everyone slowly leaked out. But yet, you could feel the stares and grins from those around. You raised it up again, stabbing it down. You did this all while they screamed through a muffled gag.

"Good kid." The leader walked up to the body, grabbing the cloth that now was red. He removed said cloth from their head.

The moment he did, the knife fell from your hand. "Mama!" You cried out in fear. Taking a step closer to her, you sobbed out loudly as you just tried to hug her.

"Get." He spoke with a growl in his word. He grabbed you by the hair/shirt, yanking you away.

Blood covered your shirt and arms. You sobbed, unable to hug your dead mother. But yet, you weren't allowed. He smacked his hand over your mouth, angered at you sobbing.

He didn't like you crying. No one did. This was your fault. You shouldn't have followed your father here. If you hadn't....

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"Kid, follow."

"My name's Y/N, not 'kid'.. asshole." you muttered while crossing your arms. However, you weren't quiet enough. The cloaked person, a female, heard you. She turned around and gave a harsh back-handed smack. You gasped and just held your face.

She gave a glare from under her hood; her eyes, an ocean blue, seeming to glow with a sense of hatred. She and the other cloaked people hated you, you could tell. But, there wasn't a thing you could possibly do about it. You were 7.

When she saw you weren't moving, she grabbed your wrist and forced you along. You tripped and stumbled over your own feet, trying to keep up with her steps. It failed, and you could only have her drag your sorry self to a darkly lit room. The lights are candles in the corners of the room, and the middle of the room is on a table.

Behind the candle was the leader. He stepped forward, his arms outward and a sickening grin wide on his face. You could tell, just from this, this wouldn't be good. "Child, it's time you receive your cloak, just as your father had. But, first... the ritual." His teeth looked to have gotten sharper, but surely that was just the candlelight tricking you, right?