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She's a creature of the night, black and red, the colour of death and blood.
For centuries, she's only known the blade and how the sacred blood of forbidden beings tastes.
It's the only thing that keeps her alive, the only thing she fights for, because she herself, is a twisted, cursed animal, taking the form of a human.
And the only way is to kill or be killed.
Until she forgets.
She let her guard down, made a mistake, and this time she found herself at the gleaming, sharp end of a sword.
She was the one to be killed now.
She remembers the river, and the town with sparkling lights, an experiment, they said.
With her hands bound and ankles shackled, they drown her under, deeper, deeper, deeper, until she is fading away.
She lost herself.
And for a while, she is an ignorant schoolgirl.
Lies, lies and more lies.
Her reality is a facade they paint for her.
The people she loved, her friends, her father, even the townspeople, all an act.
For what?
The money, the power, the fame, humans are ugly creatures.
And when she tastes the forbidden blood once more, she remembers.
Who are you?
I am Saya. Saya and no one else.
She remembers the wish she made before she forgot who she was,
"I wish to stay myself."
And her wish was granted, she is her once more.
Now,
It was time to seek the one who took her soul away.
She goes on a rampage, chasing, chasing after him, and she cuts down anything that stands in her way, people, monsters like her - cursed creatures, she does not care.
"Do you want to kill me now, Saya?"
His words taunt her, mock her, and how dare he.
She's covered in blood, head to toe, sword in her hands and poised to fight, and as she leaps into the air - "Saya!"
She hears her name and she turns.
There's the sound of a gunshot.
Someone falls.
The toe of her shoes stain red.
It's him, him who she never really thought much of, him who was one of the pretenders, him who even as an ignorant schoolgirl, she did not care much about.
Deciding to die for her.
"Why?"
She crashes to her knees beside him, hands shaking as she reaches out to take his own trembling ones.
Her hands are shaking.
Why are they shaking?
It's a question she asks herself again and again, why?
Why would he choose to die for her?
Why would anyone die for her?
"I-I don't know either. Maybe as I pretended, I-I really did start to like you."
Could anyone ever really like someone like her?
"That wasn't me."
That girl was dead now. Replaced by a cold warrior, one whose hands were always, always red no matter how much soap she scrubbed on them, eyes that always burned with hellfire and would devour you alive. This was her. Who she had always been, ever since she was born into this godforsaken, mad world.
"I know, I know but I believe it was a part of you."
A part of me.
Could I ever be her again?
She would not lie, she was happy when she was the other girl.
For a while, anyway.
And as his eyes start to close for the last time, she whispers something under her breath.
"Thank you."
Author's Note Again,, inspired by anime😔 I'm really sorry I'm such a weeb:" This one comes from Blood-C! Tried to explain the context as much as possible so I hope it's understandable and you enjoyed this story:)
