Ch.1 -- Fragments

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  • Dedicated to Matthew Tungpalan
                                    

I've been dreaming of something for quite a time. Something I don't exactly remember. Every night, I would relive that day and end up forgetting most of it. Even so,  I do remember someone's name;

Anne.

I would hear that name often since I was the one being reffered to as 'Anne'. I don't know why, but in my dreams I was not Claire. I was Anne. 

I looked around me. I'm back at the park. The sky was so clear. I touched the rose bushes that fenced the old oak tree...

"Anne..."

 I looked around and saw kids, kids around my age. Six.

"Anne..."

 I sat down the grass to feel what I have long lost and missed; Love and Security. I felt like I belonged here, in this perfect world of mine. Even If this is just a dream.

"Anne..."

I stood up and dusted my dress. My birthday dress.

"Anne... can you hear me?"

"Y-yes I can."  This voice. I kept ignoring it before. But I can't now. I wan't to know more.

"I'm glad you understand... sister."

"Sister?"

"Let me show you what happened." 

I woke up and had this terrible headache, it was throbbing with pain like it was hit or something. I then realized I was on the living room, surrounded by a pool of blood.  I felt a sudden chill through my spine when I looked at the wall. There it was. Her name printed in blood. 

"She's back huh? You think we need to throw a welcome party for her?"

I turn around and find my dad leaning on the doorway, staring at the blood-stained wall.

"Party?!"

"Yes. Well, maybe. I don't know. She's your sister after all."

"W-what?"

"I said, she's your sister. "

"..."

"Come on."

He waved his arm and continued to the living room; expecting me to follow him. I do of course, I want a clear explanation on what's going on. Everything's so messed up.

As I walked outside of my room I find myself in a different place. It wasn't the living room, It was more of like a hotel room, only thing is this room is much dimmer.

"Sit down Claire we need to talk."

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"So I'm not human?"

"You are, but not completely."

"So I'm a mix of human and some sort of creature?"

"If you put it that way, well yes. You are. You see, You're also a Blood Phantom."

"So I'm like some kind of vampire or something?"

"No. Not even close. We're not blood-sucking creatures that roam around at night and bite people like that Connor kid from Twilight."

"Cullen, not Connor."

"Whatever. Well you get the point. We're 'Soul Feeders'. From the name itself, we feed off souls. To the naked eye, these souls would look like blood, thus earning our title as 'Blood Phantoms'.

"When we... uh feed on souls, do you really taste them or something?"

"Taste? Ridiculous. You feel them."

"I don't get it."

"Huh.. I wasn't expecting you to get it on such a short period of time but I was expecting a little understanding on what you really are, but I guess we can't help it."

"Sure. So-"

"So?"

"About this sister thing... Anne."

"Oh. I almost forgot about that. Silly me! So what do you want to know creampuff?"

"Well, I was wondering ho-"

"Oh would you look at the time! I'm running late! I've got to go to work early today since  my boss has been out."

"I was just wonderi-"

"Shush sweetheart. Save the questions for your sister."

"Wait... WHAT?"

I felt my feet being dragged to another room. There was nothing in the room save for a bed and a mirror.

"Go on."  Dad said, pushing me towards the mirror.

I saw myself on the mirror, I didn't see dad though. Weird.

"H-hi there sis." 

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