Redemption (Laito X reader) (Diabolik lovers )

4 Chapter

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I felt num. The place around me felt dark. I felt as if in a room of mist without feeling. It was all dunning and felt a feel pointless. Not much felt right. I felt empty and distant. And my eyes felt as heavy as if I didn't sleep at all. Yet I know I did. Maybe not as much as recommended for one of my kind but still not the worst case scenario. Not for me at least. I couldn't stop thinking all night. A woman claiming to destroy me. A woman being my supposed sister. Dita. I couldn't get the name out of my head.

I knew Laito didn't kill my parents and I know that she would have been the person to ask for a end to her pain. She was weak. Yet she was more of a human than I'd ever been or will be. I couldn't blame Laito. And yet I never did. I just felt distant discussed when seeing him. Seeing him made me see him on top of my mother as to bite her. With his white long and sharps teeth fanging out. As to bite. With a shining glow on his first fang as if he's been wanting something like that for a while. It made me feel more insecure rather than pissed or angry as I made myself out to be. Demons are a endless blood supply and he didn't choose mine. He never did. He never bit. But her he wanted to. I could see the longing feeling in his eyes. The feeling of hunger as his mouth watered fanging out with the sharp smile diging into her arm as a small dotted scaring made blood drip in barely visable strout. I felt as if I was nothing. As if I wasn't good enough. My blood wasn't good enough. My worl felt as crashing infront of my eyes . I wanted to punch him, kick him. With all of my strenght projected into one blow. At that time my eyes tiered up in a state before crying. Emptiness taking up my body to a feeling of agonising pain that would never end. The way I felt now. I couldn't open my eyes. I was too tired to care. I was in pain and yet I didn't want to do anything about it. But yet I have to. I tried to open my eyes that were in blank pain and as heavy as could get. I opened then.  Blattering my eyes back and forth. As my lashes colided and separated making a feeling of duktape being pushed together and then tooken apart.

The velvet silk on top, attached to the ceiling looking like a heavy blanket. A douve as cold as silk glazing my body. Puffing up. My head dunned in heaviness. My hair flowing around on the cold pillow. I could feel the stitching on the skin of my scalp. The flower stitched on the pillow. Laito. He wasn't here. I was alone in bed. Talk about useless and unwanted. And I told him a thing about what I think. What a fool of me.
What a fool.

I forced my body up. To a sitting possition as the douve puffed to my chest. The silk was so cold and made my legs feel as if the cold winter snowflakes had dropped on them. Goosebumps rising trough my legs and up to my stomach felling as a tingling spider walking on them. I looked at the room. Only to see some clothes hanged on a hanger by the blue timid dresser.

A white loose tank with a braided back to unveal it. Black leather pants with a chain hanging from on belt holder to two on its left and two steal buttons at the end of the pant legs each with roses engraved on them as the symbol of the desinger. My combat boots laying there and my black leather jacket beside it. My black motorcycle jacket. I had left at this mansion years ago. The one I had from my previous bike. Ahh the good old days. The time I didn't care what Laito tought of me. Because I knew he not only wanted me but also needed me. The same one. The same leather jacket with three pockets on each side and a small micro name sown in with gold lacing spools. Hmm. My old clothes.  The only thing that I've actually worn in the past hundred years are the boots. Why would he keep all of this?

I got up as a sharp pain went trough my toes from sleeping wrong maybe. Painful. But not enough. I got up and walked to the clothes and started with the top. The silk top that felt as if cut from the same cloth as the douve. The pants that felt tight enough to use as a sowin. The jacket that was cold and smelled of dust and my old perfume. Ahh. Peonies. My favorite flower. A scent if peonies and a tad of lavander.  I took the side of the jacket and took a deep breath of it. It was suiting to say the least. I put on my combat boots. Tieing them to a knot that would show up on my skin later as if a tattoo or ornament. Better to run and do stunts in tight heals rather than loose ones.