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She was born sometime in 1893 - January 10th, she’d tell you if asked, but as for the accuracy of that date even she doesn’t recall anymore - and she died in the summer of 1909. But this would be a dreadfully boring story if that was where things ended, wouldn’t it? No; to die a simple death would have been far, far too easy, and this is only the beginning.
She was born an albino of extreme measures; with bright red eyes and gray-white hair, the girl was a sickly child from the moment she entered the world, and humans were so very far from kind, especially back then. Somewhere along the lines, if you would ask, she would tell you that her parents died. And then in June of her fifteenth year of life, she was beaten to death by the people in the town. She’d never been a particularly unkind child, but since when has that ever stopped people from committing atrocities? But she was young. She was so young, and she was so afraid to die. When she was offered a way to live, any way to live, even if it meant that she would no longer be able to go into the light of day, the girl took it. And then she died. It probably isn’t very hard to imagine that she did not stay dead for long.
When she finally awoke, throat burning, body numb and teeth aching, the girl was alone, and she could not recall the face of the person that saved her. To this day, she still doesn’t know just who it was that was responsible for saving her.
Most people wouldn’t be able to tell anymore, but the girl did her very best for as long as she could. She really and truly did. For the first eighty years or so as a vampire, she did all she could to avoid harming humans, regularly pushing herself to the point of near-death and then getting by on large animals and sewer rats. But a vampire can only go against their instincts for so long; one day she awoke to find herself satisfied for the first time in years, and people in the town were dying. And perhaps that was the starting point of it all - perhaps, if she had figured out sooner that you didn’t need to kill who you fed off of, then she would have remained as she was for a much longer time, but she had no one to tell her what she could and couldn’t do, and she starved herself too often to discover that people lived if you only took so much from them. At ninety-five-years-old, the girl finally started going insane, and she never regained herself.
Then the ninety year mark hit - time spent as a vampire; she was one-hundred five-years-old - and she awoke one day to realize that she could only barely recall what her human life had been like. It wasn’t that she ever felt human anymore, or that she truly thought she could pass off as one, but the memories were at least still there, and it was with a certain degree of horror that the girl realized those memories were now fading away.
For all the horror she went through during those years, there were a few rays of light that to this day, that girl would say made entirely worth it; she met four boys and a girl, and they became the first real friends that she ever had. Shamans, they called themselves, and two of the boys were twins, fighting on opposing ends. Another boy, with oddly unnatural hair even by her standards, seemed very much torn between the sides, as well as one of the twins. And then it didn’t help very much that the other girl and she both looked very similar - with bright red eyes and pure white hair, the other girl lead a religious group against the elder of the two twins, with a green-eyed boy fighting at her side. And somehow, these people became the most precious beings in the world to her. The years she spent with them were the happiest of her very long life, and even after all the things she did to survive, even though she hurt them at times and surely made their lives miserable, she does not regret those years.
But as the days ticked down to the hundred year mark, when her human memories would fade entirely, her mindset slowly but steadily grew worse and worse. She started having homicidal thoughts towards her friends, contemplating killing some, murdering others, and keeping one or two with her for the rest of eternity. She was horrified with herself, with her obsession and the very fact that she wanted her friends to die, and the girl couldn’t stand herself, couldn’t stand the monster she was becoming or the disease spreading in her mind. Fearing for her friends lives, even though she would miss them dearly, she left the country - Japan, the year somewhere around 2002 - and remained in Northern Russia for the next eight years.
While she was gone the one hundred year mark came and went, and one day, the girl woke up to realize that the nightmares that once kept her up at night no longer bothered her quite so much, and she no longer felt the same regret at taking a human life that she once had; it no longer sickened her, and for the first time she didn't hate what she was anymore, couldn’t even properly recall why she had hated herself so much. Finally comfortable enough in her own mental stability to know that she would not kill the other girl (no matter how much she may have wanted to) or any of those boys, she went back to the place her friends were, half expecting them to have died from the passing of time or from simply having all killed each other.
The girl returned to Japan in 2008, her name missing from her memories and her dwindling humanity finally gone.
She was granted a small miracle upon returning to Japan; to her amazement and joy, she found that the people she had adored so much were all still alive, their war having been put on pause for one reason or another at some point. The elder of the twins had all but disappeared for the time being, a specter that time had misplaced, and the younger was still wandering around the same town somewhere, with a wife and child. (A child!) The boy with unnatural hair had disappeared as well; and though it was confirmed that he was indeed alive, the girl never did see him again.
And then there was the other girl and the boy forever at her side. And she so deeply wanted to kill the girl, but she at least knew now that it was the madness in her mind telling her to do that, and so she resisted the urge. The green-haired boy - the first of them all that she had met, the first important person she could ever recall having - who had been physically younger than her when this whole thing began... he was a grown man now, twenty-two years old and so far ahead of her in time that she could never catch up to him. For all the sickness in her head, for all the horrible things she had done in her lifetime, the girl really did love that silly, kind, frail little human boy. She never told him or any of the others the extent of the things she had done in her lifetime, never revealed just what a monster she was... and she remained in Japan at their sides for the next seven years.
Three years after she returned to Japan, the elder twin resurfaced in the world, and the other girls holy war began all over again; and of course, of course, the green-haired boy fought at her side. The girl sat back and watched through bloody eyes as they wounded and nearly killed each other repeatedly.
In early April of 2013, the other girl decided to launch an attack that would take out the elder twin for good, finally end their war and return peace to their world, but of course, nothing could ever be that simple. Both the elder twin and the other girl died instantly in the attack, and by the time she got there, the green-haired boy was too far gone to be saved.
As she had done since the moment they met, the girl remained by his side, holding the mans hand as he slipped away from her.
She watched over the surviving twins bloodline for the first century after her friends had died, but eventually even that was not enough to ground her, and the girl wandered the globe, desperately searching to see if one of them - any of them, please, dear god, just a single one - would be reincarnated, but centuries went by, and none of them came back. Not even the boy, who promised that he would. She had asked him, hadn’t she? To come back, to stay with her, just to stay (Please, please, don’t leave me alone, please-), and he never did.
Five hundred... six hundred... seven… eventually she lost track of which day was which, what the current year was, how many people she had killed, how much she truly despised the human race - and she lived like that for a long time, killing people and feeding as often as she wanted to, and she was paid for it. Who could have guessed that vampires would make good hitmen? She was well-known in the Underworld for centuries, and because she had all the time in the world, she was cheap. Her lifestyle wasn’t a bad one, not for someone like her; she no longer regretted killing anyone, no longer saw human beings as people, and killing them to make a living and stay in a nice, big apartment in the city instead of a shack in the middle of nowhere was hardly a bad idea. Never once did she consider finding someone to spend the decades with; the only people she had ever considered taking with her had died a long time ago.
She lived for the sake of living, until eventually blood began to taste like ashes on her tongue, the sun left her more wounded than it ever had, and she could no longer stomach human food; not even tea, which was her only comfort left in the world, a small remnant of times long-since gone.
But above all else there is one thing that you must understand: above the pain and the freedom and the peculiar little things in-between, and the long nights without a human presence to give any indication of time; above all that, you need to understand that vampires do not die. They keep pushing themselves forward through the years, whether they want to or not, their bodies overriding their minds just at the verge of death, forcing them up and feeding themselves. Damned beings, they have no souls and can never truly die. It’s just a matter of whether or not their bodies keep them going, whether or not one day they finally cease to be.
At the age of nine-hundred thirty-seven, in the year 2830, her body finally allowed her to stop.
For a brief moment the girl thought she heard familiar voices calling out to her, hands reaching for her from a place within the clouds and warm smiles, so bright she could hardly look, ready to call her home...
And then the girl closed her eyes, and the world faded.
There is no such thing as a happy ending.
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She was born sometime in 1893 - January 10th, she’d tell you if asked, but as for the accuracy of that date even she doesn’t recall anymore - and she died in the summer of 1909. But this would be a dreadfully boring story if that was where things ended, wouldn’t it? No; to die a simple death would have been far, far too easy, and this is only the beginning.
She was born an albino of extreme measures; with bright red eyes and gray-white hair, the girl was a sickly child from the moment she entered the world, and humans were so very far from kind, especially back then. Somewhere along the lines, if you would ask, she would tell you that her parents died. And then in June of her fifteenth year of life, she was beaten to death by the people in the town. She’d never been a particularly unkind child, but since when has that ever stopped people from committing atrocities? But she was young. She was so young, and she was so afraid to die. When she was offered a way to live, any way to live, even if it meant that she would no longer be able to go into the light of day, the girl took it. And then she died. It probably isn’t very hard to imagine that she did not stay dead for long.
When she finally awoke, throat burning, body numb and teeth aching, the girl was alone, and she could not recall the face of the person that saved her. To this day, she still doesn’t know just who it was that was responsible for saving her.
Most people wouldn’t be able to tell anymore, but the girl did her very best for as long as she could. She really and truly did. For the first eighty years or so as a vampire, she did all she could to avoid harming humans, regularly pushing herself to the point of near-death and then getting by on large animals and sewer rats. But a vampire can only go against their instincts for so long; one day she awoke to find herself satisfied for the first time in years, and people in the town were dying. And perhaps that was the starting point of it all - perhaps, if she had figured out sooner that you didn’t need to kill who you fed off of, then she would have remained as she was for a much longer time, but she had no one to tell her what she could and couldn’t do, and she starved herself too often to discover that people lived if you only took so much from them. At ninety-five-years-old, the girl finally started going insane, and she never regained herself.
Then the ninety year mark hit - time spent as a vampire; she was one-hundred five-years-old - and she awoke one day to realize that she could only barely recall what her human life had been like. It wasn’t that she ever felt human anymore, or that she truly thought she could pass off as one, but the memories were at least still there, and it was with a certain degree of horror that the girl realized those memories were now fading away.
For all the horror she went through during those years, there were a few rays of light that to this day, that girl would say made entirely worth it; she met four boys and a girl, and they became the first real friends that she ever had. Shamans, they called themselves, and two of the boys were twins, fighting on opposing ends. Another boy, with oddly unnatural hair even by her standards, seemed very much torn between the sides, as well as one of the twins. And then it didn’t help very much that the other girl and she both looked very similar - with bright red eyes and pure white hair, the other girl lead a religious group against the elder of the two twins, with a green-eyed boy fighting at her side. And somehow, these people became the most precious beings in the world to her. The years she spent with them were the happiest of her very long life, and even after all the things she did to survive, even though she hurt them at times and surely made their lives miserable, she does not regret those years.
But as the days ticked down to the hundred year mark, when her human memories would fade entirely, her mindset slowly but steadily grew worse and worse. She started having homicidal thoughts towards her friends, contemplating killing some, murdering others, and keeping one or two with her for the rest of eternity. She was horrified with herself, with her obsession and the very fact that she wanted her friends to die, and the girl couldn’t stand herself, couldn’t stand the monster she was becoming or the disease spreading in her mind. Fearing for her friends lives, even though she would miss them dearly, she left the country - Japan, the year somewhere around 2002 - and remained in Northern Russia for the next eight years.
While she was gone the one hundred year mark came and went, and one day, the girl woke up to realize that the nightmares that once kept her up at night no longer bothered her quite so much, and she no longer felt the same regret at taking a human life that she once had; it no longer sickened her, and for the first time she didn't hate what she was anymore, couldn’t even properly recall why she had hated herself so much. Finally comfortable enough in her own mental stability to know that she would not kill the other girl (no matter how much she may have wanted to) or any of those boys, she went back to the place her friends were, half expecting them to have died from the passing of time or from simply having all killed each other.
The girl returned to Japan in 2008, her name missing from her memories and her dwindling humanity finally gone.
She was granted a small miracle upon returning to Japan; to her amazement and joy, she found that the people she had adored so much were all still alive, their war having been put on pause for one reason or another at some point. The elder of the twins had all but disappeared for the time being, a specter that time had misplaced, and the younger was still wandering around the same town somewhere, with a wife and child. (A child!) The boy with unnatural hair had disappeared as well; and though it was confirmed that he was indeed alive, the girl never did see him again.
And then there was the other girl and the boy forever at her side. And she so deeply wanted to kill the girl, but she at least knew now that it was the madness in her mind telling her to do that, and so she resisted the urge. The green-haired boy - the first of them all that she had met, the first important person she could ever recall having - who had been physically younger than her when this whole thing began... he was a grown man now, twenty-two years old and so far ahead of her in time that she could never catch up to him. For all the sickness in her head, for all the horrible things she had done in her lifetime, the girl really did love that silly, kind, frail little human boy. She never told him or any of the others the extent of the things she had done in her lifetime, never revealed just what a monster she was... and she remained in Japan at their sides for the next seven years.
Three years after she returned to Japan, the elder twin resurfaced in the world, and the other girls holy war began all over again; and of course, of course, the green-haired boy fought at her side. The girl sat back and watched through bloody eyes as they wounded and nearly killed each other repeatedly.
In early April of 2013, the other girl decided to launch an attack that would take out the elder twin for good, finally end their war and return peace to their world, but of course, nothing could ever be that simple. Both the elder twin and the other girl died instantly in the attack, and by the time she got there, the green-haired boy was too far gone to be saved.
As she had done since the moment they met, the girl remained by his side, holding the mans hand as he slipped away from her.
She watched over the surviving twins bloodline for the first century after her friends had died, but eventually even that was not enough to ground her, and the girl wandered the globe, desperately searching to see if one of them - any of them, please, dear god, just a single one - would be reincarnated, but centuries went by, and none of them came back. Not even the boy, who promised that he would. She had asked him, hadn’t she? To come back, to stay with her, just to stay (Please, please, don’t leave me alone, please-), and he never did.
Five hundred... six hundred... seven… eventually she lost track of which day was which, what the current year was, how many people she had killed, how much she truly despised the human race - and she lived like that for a long time, killing people and feeding as often as she wanted to, and she was paid for it. Who could have guessed that vampires would make good hitmen? She was well-known in the Underworld for centuries, and because she had all the time in the world, she was cheap. Her lifestyle wasn’t a bad one, not for someone like her; she no longer regretted killing anyone, no longer saw human beings as people, and killing them to make a living and stay in a nice, big apartment in the city instead of a shack in the middle of nowhere was hardly a bad idea. Never once did she consider finding someone to spend the decades with; the only people she had ever considered taking with her had died a long time ago.
She lived for the sake of living, until eventually blood began to taste like ashes on her tongue, the sun left her more wounded than it ever had, and she could no longer stomach human food; not even tea, which was her only comfort left in the world, a small remnant of times long-since gone.
But above all else there is one thing that you must understand: above the pain and the freedom and the peculiar little things in-between, and the long nights without a human presence to give any indication of time; above all that, you need to understand that vampires do not die. They keep pushing themselves forward through the years, whether they want to or not, their bodies overriding their minds just at the verge of death, forcing them up and feeding themselves. Damned beings, they have no souls and can never truly die. It’s just a matter of whether or not their bodies keep them going, whether or not one day they finally cease to be.
At the age of nine-hundred thirty-seven, in the year 2830, her body finally allowed her to stop.
For a brief moment the girl thought she heard familiar voices calling out to her, hands reaching for her from a place within the clouds and warm smiles, so bright she could hardly look, ready to call her home...
And then the girl closed her eyes, and the world faded.
There is no such thing as a happy ending.