Antichrist ( Diabolik lovers) 🍋

Chapter 3

Fangs where tearing at my pail flesh.

'All I've ever done is run away.'

Blood pooled out of me.

'I'm diffrent then everyone else.'

The vampires felt themselves grow addicted to the taste, it was a drug and they where becoming addicts.

'I'm a monster.'

The mens body where pressed against me, crushing me in amongst them, there insanes strenght enough to break any normal mortal girl. There icey cold breath sending shivers down my spine and there sharp fangs penatrating my flesh.

My vision went black,
My body fell limp,
And my life slowly flashed before my eyes.

Flashback/3rd person POV, -
A small girl with pink hair, she was alone even in this room filled with people. 

The year was 1693. Witch trials had become an ever present part of life. Everyone was scared... Petrifying of the flames that may take them.
None more then then the pinkettes mothee...her mother was infact a witch. She had sold her soul to a demon many years ago and in return he gifted her with dark abilities.
We sat in the cottage as she ran her fingers though the bright long locks her eyes fixated on the wall.

Mother would  survive, she always survived and though she pretended to care. She knew...

Sacrifices had to be made.

Present day 2020-

The room was decorated lathish riches, sold gold trimmings, unimaginably large chandeliers and beautiful silk bedding that encapsulated a small tingling body but she wasnt tingling from the lingering pain left behind by the hungry preditors from this house but from the magic within. Itd already healed everything, every scratch and bite vanished.

She lept from her bed, her usually calm composee eyes flashed with fear.

They know!

Perhaps they dont know exactly what she is.
Or why shes here but...

They know the 'innocent lost little girl' vibes she gave off where far from correct.

Her eyes met with another pair of purple ones from across the luxury bedroom and Kanato let out a loud manic laugh looking at her.