I guess it all started the day I was born I didn’t come out of the womb breathing so they thought that it was just another dead birth. My being brought into the world took my mother out of it. My father ran away wile my mother was pregnant. After a long wile I actually had a pulse. It’s not always like the stories you hear we do actually have hearts we demons. We also have feelings. We are just like humans in a way so I guess that’s why we are not exposed. After I was stable enough they stuck me in an orphanage. From the day I was born I can remember everything. That’s a good thing about being a secreter u have unlimited memory space. In the orphanage I was treated like all the other children but I knew deep down that I was different.
I started to experiment with the powers I possessed. I began to read the minds of the other children and I started to move my everyday items with my mind. I was smart and knew better than to do that in front of other children. One day though, I made a life changing mistake. I decided I wanted to lift something heavier with my mind little did I know I was about to do something entirely different. I decided to try and lift the cross in the church. I didn’t lift it rather I set it on fire in front of the whole congregation. Nuns have this way of looking in your eyes and knowing things…that’s exactly what they did as well they knew it was me. They called me a child from hell and with what happened next I think I can agree with them. I started to smell a smell that was like chocolate to a child. I smelt it everywhere. I think u can guess what I’m talking about. Blood.
I loved the smell and I craved it so badly. One night it was too much to bare I had to have the sweet warm liquid that pulsed threw everyone of there veins. I knew just who I wanted a bite of to. I wanted a take of the nun that called me a child from hell I wanted to hear her scream I wanted her to die slowly. My wish was granted. I tip towed my way into sister. Maria’s room and there she lay on her bed in the darks deeps of unconsciousness. I wasn’t going to let her get that lucky, no I was going to wake her up so I could feel her fear when I plunged my fangs into her neck. ‘’Sister Maria…sister Maria wake up… I'm thirsty.’’ ‘’ go back to bed you anti-saint’’. And with in the few seconds that she spoke I latched onto her neck with my fangs. Oh her glorious screams as I slowly took her life. I didn’t know at the time but her bloody screams were quite loud. ‘’ You demon!’’ ‘’hm?’’ I looked over to see Mother France pointing at me and the limp body beside me. Nuns arn't all they are cut out to be either because next thing I know Mother France had a pistol pointed at my head. I told you we cannot die but I’m shere a bullet in the head can hurt. Lucky for me we secreters have super reflexes. That was the last I saw of Mother France because I was out the window from there. And so began my journey.
I started to experiment with the powers I possessed. I began to read the minds of the other children and I started to move my everyday items with my mind. I was smart and knew better than to do that in front of other children. One day though, I made a life changing mistake. I decided I wanted to lift something heavier with my mind little did I know I was about to do something entirely different. I decided to try and lift the cross in the church. I didn’t lift it rather I set it on fire in front of the whole congregation. Nuns have this way of looking in your eyes and knowing things…that’s exactly what they did as well they knew it was me. They called me a child from hell and with what happened next I think I can agree with them. I started to smell a smell that was like chocolate to a child. I smelt it everywhere. I think u can guess what I’m talking about. Blood.
I loved the smell and I craved it so badly. One night it was too much to bare I had to have the sweet warm liquid that pulsed threw everyone of there veins. I knew just who I wanted a bite of to. I wanted a take of the nun that called me a child from hell I wanted to hear her scream I wanted her to die slowly. My wish was granted. I tip towed my way into sister. Maria’s room and there she lay on her bed in the darks deeps of unconsciousness. I wasn’t going to let her get that lucky, no I was going to wake her up so I could feel her fear when I plunged my fangs into her neck. ‘’Sister Maria…sister Maria wake up… I'm thirsty.’’ ‘’ go back to bed you anti-saint’’. And with in the few seconds that she spoke I latched onto her neck with my fangs. Oh her glorious screams as I slowly took her life. I didn’t know at the time but her bloody screams were quite loud. ‘’ You demon!’’ ‘’hm?’’ I looked over to see Mother France pointing at me and the limp body beside me. Nuns arn't all they are cut out to be either because next thing I know Mother France had a pistol pointed at my head. I told you we cannot die but I’m shere a bullet in the head can hurt. Lucky for me we secreters have super reflexes. That was the last I saw of Mother France because I was out the window from there. And so began my journey.
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