Asmeralda Longbottom

Chapter 1 - Asmeralda Longbottom

I have no family. I have no one that looks after me. I'm all alone. I can't eat nor can I walk.

I miss those times....the times when I used to fill the world with laughter. Idiot I was back then. Now I know what this whole, useless world gives you. Shame and lies. That's it. Nothing else that you may call this place a home.

I know my reasons. I know what I'm doing. I almost want to tell you " LEAVE ME ALONE" But I can't say that. I won't go. I can't. Even though I try my best to ignore you and try to forget the past, I still can't. I depend on you people. Ugh... I can't believe I just said that.

I try to survive on souls....innocent souls. It's not enough. I need dark souls. The type of souls that sin. These give me power and let me, at least, travel. I feel weak. I feel lost in this world. I want to spill the tears from my eyes that have been gaining potential energy for years but I can't.

I live were I once had I lived. I am compressed in the attic of an abandoned house. Well, now it is abandoned. It used to be alive and bombarded with love and laughter. I can feel that this place ones had peace in it. I am, now, alone. I venture alone and I hunt on my own. After all this time I doubt if I ever felt that I'm alive and that I ever existed.

Everyday I wake up in this mouldy attic where dirt and age have ate its way in. You may not understand how my life is build. I will not waste my time in telling you. You won't understand. Maybe later on when the time is right, I'll spill the beans.

The question is, "How do I survive? How do I manage to find souls and why do I suck innocent souls?" The mansion is located near the beach. Few are those who are unfortunate enough to discover me. They must be adventurers. I choose the prey. I have the power to understand the brain and the heart of my victim. That is how I learn the personality of humans. The power, the sense of humor, the agility. That is how I recognize the nature of the human being. I absorb only innocent souls being that dark souls can be painful. They give you an immortal life only if you live a cursed life. From the minute that you take the bad soul, your life will be cursed and you will not be able to go back. I want to live but I would rather perish than to animate in a blasted life.

The Naru beach is situated in the heart of Africa. Few are the ones that really know that this place exists. Mostly it is found by coincidence but sometimes destiny calls them and approach me. I remember that this beach was once so alive. The ocean was crystal blue with the sun reflecting the light to the smiling faces. The fresh salty air could have been felt from down town. Yes, you thought right. There was also a town if you can call it a town because only few people lived there. After a century everything changed. Everything perished after what had happened, after what I had become.

How can I not know who I am. How can I remember my past but not remember who I am? I can see what you did to me but I can't know why it happened. What is happening to me? I can't go away from you. I want the dark souls. Can I have them? Is it worth trying? What if I am wrong? What if I thought wrong? Who is the bad guy? These are the thoughts that run through my brain. I have no options. I'm lost. I can't think of might happen if I choose to do the right or the bad thing. I don't know. I want someone to comfort me. I have no one to help me. I feel angry to whom made me this way. Who should I be angry to? What if I'm wrong...

Once in a blue moon, I hear voices in this house, children. Yes, children venture in this house. They usually take photos for their collection and make bets. For me, usually, is dinner time. I know that I may sound atrocious but what other choice do I have? Do I have to die for you to save your breath? This is my life. This is my routine. Even though I loath this act, when luck approaches, I have to inhale these legitimates' souls.

So what can I do to draw up their attention..to get them up in the attic? I have no power to move from were I am. I have to think. I lose all my physical and mental energy to get their attention. It's worth it. I will gain energy at the end of my mission. So what do I have to do?

Apparently, I don't do anything at all ...... really, I did not tell you everything.

Long ago, I'm guessing when I became what I am, I started having flashes... memories.. 

Though, I got these rarely, I still wondered what they were. These used to be the same flash of a picture. It is quite simple..a baby not more than 2 years old crying. This memory haunted my mind few times but now I stopped having these. After some time thinking alone, like usual, I noticed something different, something more out of this world. Power, magic. I know I sound crazy but it is quite true. I can't really explain what I feel. It is like a small but powerful voice is speaking to you, telling you to do things that you will follow. It's like I'm a puppet. I do things that I don't mean to do. 

When I feel the need to feed myself, my mind stops. Complete blank. When I force myself back into reality I feel powerful once more though looking at the limp body of a 12 year old boy aces my heart. I start thinking of the life I took from this little boy. Did he deserve this misery?  What about me? Did I deserve this in the first place?

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