Another Life, Another Me

Special: Price of Blood (Part 2)

A/N: A warning to those of you who will read this!

This chapter will contain: depression, murder, suicidal thoughts, lack of mental stability, and topics regarding the point of life. Don't read it if you are sensitive to these topics!

Also...this chapter will be slightly dirty. Even I admit it. I mean...there's nothing explicit...but...yeah you get the point. 

Please enjoy!

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"Mother...?" I whispered.

She held her cold look toward me without moving her eyes away once.

I fell to my knees, immediately lowering my head to her.

"Mother..."

"Do you know who I'm talking about, Wolfe?" she sighed as she nudged my face with her foot.

I didn't reply, prompting my mother to kick me in the face in one quick motion.

"That one b-tch. The one with grass-colored hair and dirty blue eyes. You know who I'm talking about, right?" my mother seethed to me.

I wanted to ask her, 'How did you find out...?', but the words couldn't leave my mouth once I saw the pure anger behind my mother's eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn't have noticed, Wolfe? You've been sneaking off to her room every night, right? I wonder what you did there with that wh-re."

A part of me froze and I felt words try to bubble out from my throat.

'Don't call Diana that. You have no right.' I thought to myself.

I clamped down on my tongue strongly, causing it to bleed.

What was I thinking...?

Talking back to Mother...

How stupid of me.

"Forgive me, mother. I made a mistake. I won't do it again," I said solemnly.

"And? Anything else?" my mother asked me.

"Forgive me. It won't happen again," I said with a deep bow, as I acted as if I was ready to let Diana go at any time.

"Do you think that's good enough for me?!" my mother yelled as she stomped her heel on my finger, breaking it in half.

It was lucky that I could no longer feel pain.

"Wolfe, you can't be weak. You must be strong. You must be merciless," she said as she stared at me, her eyes flared.

"Yes, dear mother," I said, my words slightly slurred.

"And since you want to be by her side so much, I'll make sure you two spend plenty of time together."

Strange...

The world seemed to spin in front of my eyes.

And the next thing I knew, the world went black.

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When I awoke, I had no idea how much time had passed.

It was nighttime outside though, judging from a small opening from the room I was in.

My body was nailed onto a cross which, to the demon race, was an extremely shameful and wretched position to be in.

And even though it was only a few nails and a sturdy piece of carved wood that was being used to confine me, a cross was excruciatingly difficult to escape from for those of my race.