What Have I Become?

Chapter 17: The Uninvited.

What I didn't know was that man wasn't Sebastian.

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. I looked around the room. I was surrounded by people in white cloaks and masquerade masks. "W-where am I?"

A man in a white suit and violet eyes approached me. "My dear, you are impure. We dispose of creatures like you. You can no longer roam this earth until you are pure."

"W-what do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" I said with a frightened tone. He got closer and caressed my face.

"We know all about you. We know you are a true immortal. But we also know you are the only one who can kill you. We know you are carrying something that is also impure. We tend to make you pure, by any means necessary."

I started to shiver. "What do you mean by carrying?" I asked quietly. The man started laughing.

"You mean we knew before you or that sad excuse of a demon did? Why you are pregnant my lady. That is why we had to take you."

I'm pregnant!? What. It can't be! I started to cry at the thought. I was so scared. I should not be so frightened, and I know I can not be injured. But something gave me a bad feeling. "Drocell, if you will." The white haired man said.

A tall man with orange hair and a top hat walked out of the shadows. In his hand he held a music box, he began to wind it.

"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down. My fair lady." Drocell sang quietly. My body started twitching.

"Build it up with silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and gold. Build it up with silver and gold, my fair lady." My legs started to move on their own. What is happening to me?

"Take the key and lock her up, lock her up, lock her up. Take the key and lock her up. My fair lady."

My legs swung over the side of the bed. I grabbed them, but there was no stopping them. I walked over to a rack. Now my arms started acting on their own.

I picked up a sharp blade in my right hand that was placed neatly on the shelf. I brought it up to my left arm and began to cut into it. The pain was tremendous.

Usually if some one else is doing it I do not feel a thing. But, since it is a self inflicted wound, it hurt three times as it should compared to a human.

I dug the knife into my forearm and sliced all the way down to my wrist. I felt my skin and muscle being ripped open. I cried out in pain. How were they doing this? How were they controlling me with music?

I then brought the knife to my throat. "N-no! You ca-cant do this. P-please!" I pressed down on the knife and drug it along my skin. Blood started pouring out.

I felt my body grow weak and numb. My vision started to blur with black dots.

He stopped cranking the music and I fell to the ground. "S-Sebastian, s-save me. P-please." I whispered. The white haired man started to laugh.

"Sebastian doesn't know where to find you. He can't save you or your unborn child." Tears started falling from my eyes.

The last thing I saw before I passed out, was a bright light.

(Sorry about the short chapter. I needed a cliff hanger.)