Angeline Lockhart
Age : 12 years old
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I hated my life, I didn't know why. I was a Christian... But they changed me. I wanted to stay as so, but they wouldn't let me. O sat on the tree stump, crying soundly, my mother wasn't here to comfort me, my dad was now in jail, my mother stopped being some whore, but still hated me. She always drank liqour and beated me in my bedroom, she always shouted at me, "SCREAM! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU NEVER DESERVED A LIFE!". I cried, when suddenly, a cold, chilling voice blew into my right ear, "Child, why are you in such sorrow?", The wind blew my hazel brown hair as my blue eyes looked up and saw a man in a black cloak, the moonlight illuminated only half of his face, his mouth widening, "You're such a beautiful lady.. Why are you crying, dear child?", He wiped my tears away, I answered, "I want to end my life.. Noone cares about me..", he was silent for a moment, then he said, "I could make a fair bargain.", I looked at him fully, "Yes? Will you end my misery?", I said clearly, he smiled, "No, child, I will.. Give you special abilities to fend off those pestering children, and your terrible mother.. Noone would dare hurt you.. And you will be one of my wonderful and cared for..
CHILDREN.",
I wondered how he knew about me being isolated, but nevertheless, I accepted his offer with a nod. In no time, pain struck me, I floated, my arms and legs splaying in the air as I screamed silently, I saw my hair turn white and felt my eyes shift. I soon felt nothing, I felt different, I felt..
Powerful
I fell on my knees once I reached the ground, he said, "You are now one of my precious children,
Nocturnal."
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This story was made by Katrina!
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