Peculiar
Tittle: Peculiar
Pairing: Ville Valo and oc
Rating: There will be swearing
Disclamer: I don't own any one you reconize and some characters are from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho, and the story is close to Hakusho's
Summary: Sometimes you love someone so much that you give your life to that person, but what happends when your life is not yours to give?
October 5, 2333
My way to start
Whenever you start something you ask your self a question. What it has to do with is your concern, but never have you started without one. So as every one else I’ll start this which you are about to read with a question, it may not be the most logical one, and it makes my tale pretty obvious, but is the one that represents the way my life became what it is now.
How did an adoption, a death, a murder, a family reunion, demon blood, a trip around the world with demon friends, and a Finnish rock star change my life?
I don’t know about you but I feel like is the perfect question to start this telling of my life. All the humans on Earth don’t know where the hell I come from and they feel like I’m being a dictator when it comes to ruling the Earth when it’s obviously not what I’m trying to do. That’s why my publicist wanted me to write this crap, so I could get my point cleared in a way that many other celebrities had done before. But this is my warning to you:
My style of writing is horrible, I will use many bad words, there will be many other things that would seem interesting, and I won’t write many details unless it’s when I’m writing about Ville. I’m going to write many of our conversations and such.
Alright, I already did the question, the point of this, and the warning so now its time to tell you who the fuck I am.
My real name is Maria Santiago Acevedo but now I go by Rain Urame and I have a most peculiar life. Just by my age you would know it: I’m 355 years old. I was born on May 24, 1978 in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Born to parents I never knew, I was adopted by a young couple. My toddler years were good; I was given care but a weird example.
When I was six my adopted mother killed her husband in front of me. I never knew why. She then made me move to a Southern city in Puerto Rico called Peñuelas. There I lived with her in secret for four year. It was in this time that my view in life changed dramatically, the death of my father figure hurt me deeply and I wanted a real mom. Unfortunately the one I had, little after we move started drinking, and every time she had the time, hitting me.
Wanting to get out of that situation I tried to run away a couple of times, all of which, for some fucking reason failed. To get my mind out of my mom’s beatings I started to hang out with the ‘bad’ people of Peñuelas, just to get excitement. In a short time I became what you would call their leader. I robed every kind of thing, and sold, did, and consumed drugs not caring for anyone. Every thing that mattered at that time was me, myself, and I.
The day I turned ten I was both blessed, and horribly cursed. The first thing was that I killed my mom, but not with any kind of weapon. I did it with one punch. Sounds unbelievable but its true, she had pissed me off so much that day that I just went blind with madness, that which awoke, my curse, my demon blood.
As my mother was going to start her beating section I punched her strait on the cheek, so hard that her head was pushed around her neck with a deadly force. Interesting thing to happen on you tenth birthday don’t you think? My blessing was first thought to be a curse by me. As I realized what I had done and how, a strange man appeared, scaring the crap out of me.