The Real Eve | Diabolik Lovers (COMPLETED)

Chapter 29: adoration

Quick warning: this chapter contains graphic scenes including self harm. If you are in anyway uncomfortable with this topic I suggest you skip the (timeskip) scene. This isn't my proudest chapter because I was half asleep while writing this, so I'm sorry if this is lacking a bit x

(Present day)

I groaned softly, my eyes opening very slowly and blinked a few times I'll my hazy sight went away.
I was in a dark room, the window was open but he curtains were drawn.
"W-where am I...?" I mumbled, looking around the large room which seemed familiar to me.

Wait a minute...

I looked at the walls, seeing things which triggered some sort of deja vu montage.
I stood up from the bed and soon realised I was dressed in a black neglige, she soft and almost see-through material ending mid thigh.
It had straps, but they were thin and one of them hung off my shoulder. The neglige has a sweetheart neckline and it was right underneath my chest.
I shivered, not from the cold but from uneasiness.
I didn't know where I was yet It seemed like I was walking in a lost memory. There was a knock at the door, which made me crawl back into the covers and pulled them up to my mouth.
A man walked in, he had black hair and red eyes. He wore rectangular glasses that reflected in the light from outside, and his hands were covered with white gloves I had seen butlers wear.
He was expressionless, only because of the fact that I couldn't see his face at all, I could only see his eyes.
"Who are you..." I whispered, sitting up from the covers but still covering my chest with them.
The man narrowed his eyes and scoffed at me.
"That is not for you to ask" his voice was deep, it lingered in my ears like a bell but it was familiar.
Frighteningly familiar.
"I don't understand, why am I here?" I asked him with a stern tone, regaining the confidence I had.
The man sighed and looked away from me.
"You'll see, but for now you do not leave this room under any circumstances" he shot a glance towards my way, which made me flinch suddenly.
"W-who are you?" I asked again, not expecting an answer this time, but I did.

"I'm someone you used to know" was all he said before looking down at the ground in a sad melancholy way before walking out of the room and clicking the door shut.

I felt confused, it was like a strange sense of nostalgia burst through me. I do know him... but what's his name!

(300 years ago)

I sat alone at the dining table, my fingers holding the knife which I tapped on the champagne glass.

It was my 11th birthday.

No one had come.

None of my friends had the decency to come over and celebrate with me.
My brothers were out of the house and it was just me alone.
I looked through the glass and felt my lip quiver. Soon, tears left my eyes and I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Blood was on the white table cloth, and the stinging pain in my wrist didn't disappear.
The bloody knife dropped about two drops of blood into the champagne glass before I threw it violently across the room, making it pierce the wall with a loud slam.

I was alone. Not another person in sight as I mourned to myself, I didn't know what else to feel but sadness.
I'm suppose to be strong, I can't let weakness defeat me. I'd disappoint everyone in my family if I did that.
My brothers, my mother... my father.

I continued to cry as I scratched at my wrist which only depended the wound. I let out cries of pain but I didn't stop.
Until the door in front of me opened.
My second oldest brother, Reiji entered the room.
He was unaware I was here until he faced me. His body froze when he smelled the blood.
Tears filled his red and narrowed eyes as he ran up to me.
"No no no, Eve, what did you do..." Reiji whimpered, leaning down to my level to pull me into a bone-crushing hug.
I broke into tears in his arms, my hands clinging onto his back as I chocked and sobbed.
"I don't know what to do, Reiji..." I pulled back and showed him my bleeding wrist.
My brother held my hand close and closed his eyes, two more tears leaving them as he did.
"Who did this?" He asked, still upset but it sounded serious. I shook my head and used my other hand to rub my nose.