Truth of Death I: The oppressed

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Her left foot step showed blood. She had broken her flip-flop and walked barefoot and stepped onto a piece of glass or two. She was in pain but wasn't suffering. She had screamed in agony twice but was fine. She was in a black and silver corset with black pants. Her black straight hair was covering half of her face and it freaked most of the beggars on the street. Her eyes were a piercing blue covered with light black eyeliner and light grey eye shadow. She had on blood red lipstick and was of course labeled as Goth. She hated that no matter how much it was true. She was carrying her black jacket in one hand with a black bag with silver moons on it. 2

She was getting home but slowly she kept grabbing onto things because she kept falling over, it wasn't a good night for her. She was getting aggravated with everything and everyone she saw or heard. She suddenly tripped scraping her arm. She could smell the blood and it was driving her mad. She was drunk and had no other way to get home. 3

She stood up when a guy past her bumping into her again. It made her hair get thrown back and she was looking directly into his black eyes. He seemed amazed-astonished with her and just hurried along. As well as she did. 4

Now, this girl wasn't who'd you expect she was the one that was the smart and pretty, even nice one. Nothing compared to most so called Gothic's. She has an odd side to and the strangest name, Reicheru. It was supposed to be Rachel and then her dad made it Japanese. Most people call her Rae nowadays. 5

Rae was a few blocks away from her house when another guy similar to the one before walked past her and grabbed her arm. She struggled a little as he pulled her closer to him, somewhat dragging her along as her body hit the floor.6

She cried out once she hit it. She was half conscious thanks to the alcohol. 7

The man picked her up throwing her over his shoulder. The other man appeared on the other side of the street both men were in black coats and the one that had her had these dark green eyes similar to one of her old classmates. She tried getting a better look at him but she fainted, straining herself. She heard an echo of a man while waking up, something was going on. 8

She looked around and was laying against a cold wall. She noticed the man standing, changing out of his clothes. His naked body seemed to glimmer in he moonlight shingling through the window. Thoughts and questions filled her mind, as she could only stare as her kidnapper. 9

He took of his shirt revealing his light skin colour, making it easy to realize he never got out much. He walked closer to the window and his skin got paler. He looked so different outside. He was wearing black pants that he hadn't taken off and his hair was tied back in a bun. 10

The man turned to Rachel, staring at her with hungry eyes, the ones of a beast. His eyes weren't green anymore but a golden yellow color of sorts. He changed his direction towards something else, a mirror. He reflection was there and he doubted he was a vampire, well out of the stories she'd hear when she was younger. 11

There was a myth that demons were still around and they couldn't live in peace with any other things, well meaning humans and vampires, werewolves, elf's, pixies, fairies, everything thing out there. There were fights and wars and now Rachel knew they were 12

real. 13

" So what are you?" The man asked with a soft voice while taking out his hair. 14

His hair flowed to his waist It was black with red in it. His hair was somewhat wavy and really fitted him. Rae wanted to run away but she felt to connected to this place. 15

" I don’t know." She said slightly annoyed. 16

The man looked at her he had a You-getting-on-my-fucking-nerves look on his face. Rachel just looked around. The room was beautiful filled with Candelabras. There were a few in the room one by the door and two by the balcony. The room made you feel so very calm it was painted in light grey. There was a bed covered in a dark blue blanket with sheets the same color under it. The pillows were blue and grey and complemented the bed set. There was a mirror by the balcony which reflected off the moonlight making the room shimmer. 17

" Rachel!" He called noticing she wasn't paying attention in the least bit. 18

She sighed and stood up, being able to focus for once that night. She took a deep breath and looked at him. His body went back to being light tan again." What the fuck do you want?" She said glaring at him." What’s with your skin? It’s all weird and shit." 19

" You're amusing." He replied20

" Right..." She said sarcastically. 21

The man walked up to her when she started falling over again, the alcohol hadn't fully left her body. Rachel's eyes closed when she hit the ground. Her eyelids fluttered a little trying to open. 22

" Rachel, you need your sleep." He said," then in the morning you can eat and start the day." 23

Rachel just laid there listening to every word this man said. She had to believe them if she ever wanted to get out of this place or even know what she was doing in this place. She wanted to stay alive. 24

She began to fall into a deep slumber one more longer then anyone had ever imagined. When She woke up it would be Winter, the time when death is closest to us. When 'he' comes out and play. 25