The death rose

Chapter one: The rose's past

Let's being the story...

Chapter one: [she was four then and her older brother was six]

*Flashback*

I simply watched from the wardrobe crack as they shot daggers perfectly piercing my mom and dad's heart. Dad's human figure faltered and then he turned back into his original canine self. They fell helplessly and was soon accompanied by a pool of blood. The whole manor wreaked of the smell of blood after about only one drop from mother and father's blood spilt. In the distance I could hear the howling and hissing of the whole population of monsters and mythical creatures. their calls were the mourns of the monsters as they instantly became alerted of the death of their king and queen.

our day had started like any other day. Although... now that I think about it I remember feeling a bad feeling as the day grew older. Mother, father and my older brother were no different. The day was quite tense. Despite that unfamiliar feeling everything was normal. I shrugged the feeling off.the evening came quickly and just when I started to conclude that it was just me with the strange feeling we all heard a loud knocking from the grand door of our manor. We heard the shouting of a couple of dozen men. They were shouting things that I fail to remember now.

We were all upstairs. I shook. I have never really shaken in fear before considering at that time I had only really lived four years...seeing that my parents, the ones whom never showed fear in front of us, were shaken up with fear and had noticeably paled. "M-mother?" My elder brother whispered "is it time?" he asked. To this day I admire how a mere six year old could utter those words. Thinking back, those words must have meant that even as a six year old, the boy had known things that even some adults cannot handle. I was too terrified to ask them about what they were talking about, and at that point drowning in fear I'm sure I didn't care. I simply stared downstairs where the commotion was, as mother picked me up and rushed into my pure white room. I looked back at dad. He stood there with tears in his eyes but baring his canines. Mom pushed both of us into my wardrobe also crying her eyes turning into a flowing crimson, stating that she was prepared for battle. "Darlings, never forget that I love you both, with all my heart. Me and daddy will be... talking... and sometimes when people are angry they can be a bit loud okay? I need both of you to look away okay? Now stay quiet... like you're playing hide-and-seek... I love you..." she locked the wardrobe door. Then they started.

Thinking back, I'm sure almost instantaneously my mother had been killed. There was probably some sort of anti-vampire pellet involved in the killing as I remember I had noticeably grown weaker by the time the deed was done.

"Little sis don't be afraid. even if mommy and daddy cant be here, i will always be with you, so don't be afraid. the people who are opposing mommy and daddy in their game, they work for bad people who kidnap and sell powerful people. Mom and dad are both amazing creatures as we both know. a vampire and a werewolf. being the daughter and son of two powerful creatures, so are we..."

My four year old self tried my best to understand... but swing as I still couldn't correctly speak and still had baby slurs, I could imagine the struggle my brother went through to explain things, he himself only starting elementary education for merely a year.

At some point my father was shot however he hadn't been killed. I fail to remember, but I knew they had put up a strong fight for us.

Chuckling and the screaming of my father cloud my memories.
"NO! Michelle! don't do this to her!PLEASE!!!!"
"Do you really think that i wouldn't do her. shes gone but she is still beautiful... what a pity."
I remember sounds of something unzipping, grunting and moaning.
"wow shes still hot."
I remember as clear as day however, the disgust in my brother eyes as his innocence had been stripped from him in the scene
The memory disgusts me.

However one part of the memory haunts me more than others. I don't remember the situation, who was involved and what actually happened, however the physical feeling I had felt still tingles under my claws in familiarity.

Anger had bubbled within me. My eyes burned and I realise now that was my first bodily  manipulation I had performedas my pupils dialated to slits. My fingernails burned equally growing about twenty inches and turned into stainless steel, my hair flamed alight and the broken glass around mother and father instantly shape-shifted into the breadth of hair.
I had a sudden craving for the men's blood and i knew it wasn't just to feed my vampire diet.

My elder brother had also taken on a similar form. His hair, wet. Electric eyes. Teeth morphed into fangs. We weren't the same as our parents. We were dreaded cross breeds. Conveniently OP.

The feeling of flesh and wet blood leave a tingly feeling under my fingernails still. The slimy metallic taste of their blood slipping easily down my throat... everything.

When I had regained my sense of sanity, I winced in pain from a headache. my stomach hurt as i realised that i had drunk up to much blood.

However as both of us siblings crawled to each other, crying under the pressure of the overwhelming feeling of murder, we managed to capture our father final moments.

He looked at me with his beautiful crimson eyes and smiled a weak but affectionate smile. "D-darling?" he croaked. my eyes flooded with a million tears and my heart shattered at the weakness of his voice. "I'm a monster papa." i say while bawling. i then felt muscular arms from behind, they pulled me into a hug. "Brother..." i cover my face in my hands but only to be softly taken off my face and my face to be stroked affectionately. "darling you know you are not a monster. i love you. we all do. we always have and we always will. i love you..." with that a small crack formed on his right cheek. that small crack deepened and father broke into a million pieces which slowly turned into tiny small violet flowers. a symbol that my father had no regrets...

father had broken. My elder brother and I mourned our parent's death for several hours. However, that memory, like many others faded away into a frustrating field of nothingness as to this day I fail to remember how things ended between me and my brother.