The Pureblood...Demon?!

Chapter 18

"You're a mistake!"

"You're just like him! You have them! You have his eyes; the eyes of a monster!"

"You're nothing but a filthy beast that has the corrupted eyes of the devil!"

"Just die already! You're nothing but a pestering fiend, just like him!"

I shoot out of my bed coffin, grasping the bed sheets tightly. My breaths come out in large gasps and my body continues its cowering trembling. A thin layer of sweat layers my skin and causes my uniform to stick to my skin.

My mind still reels in the memories of the past, brought up by the recent events. All my time before the age of four consisted of such memories; when Juri would come up to the attic and compare me to my father, all while beating me and draining me of my blood. Even though it was so long ago, the memories still haunt me. I've managed to get rid of it, the memories, for a short period of time while I was distracted by Ciel, Sebby, Zero, Adrian, Kana, and Senri... Senri.

*Flashback*

"You're right, I'm not Senri. I just happen to have a use for his body for a bit. Ivy, my sweet daughter, I'm Rido Kuran, your father."

*End*

Oh yeah, Rido. Rido's my father... the one that my eyes reminded Juri of. My father is Rido... and he is possessing Senri. Just how did he possess him? Why did he possess him? Just who is my father? Yes, I know him name, but not who he truly is. Is he the man described in the rumors I've heard from Juri and Haruka; a beast and fiend that corrupts others and kills mercilessly? Or is he someone else entirely?

I know nothing about my father... should I trust him? Should I fight him? He did carry me when I fainted earlier... so does that make him trustworthy? Then again, he is possessing Senri's body, so should I be concerned? I don't really know how to feel about him... for now, lets just be cautious around him.

Besides... he isn't the only matter weighing on my heart. I... I killed somebody today. In a way, it could be considered my first kill. Yeah, I killed some Level E before, but they were already dead in a way. All that was left of them was deranged shells of who they used to be. The being I killed, however, was a pureblood that had friends and family. I killed someone who cared about others, who had feelings, who still have an eternity to live out their lives.

My eyesight blurred and I brought my hand up to wipe away the accumulated moisture. It didn't work, however, since more and more liquid spilt out of my eyes. Giving up, I brought my hand down a little and noticed, with my extremely blurred eyesight, that it was trembling. Upon becoming aware of that fact, I noticed that it wasn't just my hand that was trebling, but my entire body.

Soft whimpers sounded around the room, and it took a little while to notice that they were escaping from my own mouth. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them in attempt to be granted even a sliver of comfort. Instead, all I got as increased trembles and louder cries. I buried my face in shame at the pitiful and weak display I was showing. Did it help anything? No.

"Why did you kill me? Didn't you know? I have friends, family, people to go back to, and you KILLED me!!! Who are you to dictate if I live or die?!"

"I'm sorry!!!"

"Are you?! Does a simple 'sorry' even do anything?! Will a 'sorry' bring me back?! Will it?! Huh?!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

--------------------Adrian's POV--------------------