…” Mommy! Mommy! Look what I made you.” I jumped up and down proud of my little creation. Four stick figures each with our names above. I ran and handed it to her. She smiled and scooped me up hugging my small frame. “Oh Akira, it's amazing it deserves to be in an art gallery.” She put me down and went to put it in the fridge along with all my other pictures. She turned back to me smiling. “Are you hungry?” I nodded and tried to jump up onto the chair but missed slipping to the floor. My mom ran over and scooped me up looking all over, I giggled trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “Mommy, I want mac’n’cheese.” She laughed but put me down on the chair and started making my favorite food. I started to play with the silverware when Aleki came in and sat in the chair beside me. Mommy turned and smiled at him then went back to cooking. He turned to me with an evil looking grin he brought his hand up and put something in front of me. A spider crawled towards me and I screamed. “GET IT AWAY!!” Mommy turned around and grabbed the spider just in time before it got to me. I looked over at Aleki who was laughing at me. “That was mean.” Just as he was going to say something Daddy ran into the house looking worried. “Get to the basement now.”
After living for nearly three full centuries I would imagine I've have seen everything. Honestly, I like to think that time is just a blur. With the state of my mind, time feels this way, especially when I've been traveling this godless and forsaken, roadless path through moment after moment of self-inflicted peril and irrational thoughts. Everything isn't fine though. I'm hiding away from the pain of it all but... I'm not acting as myself. How can I? I can't... I'm not human. What use does a vampire have to regard life as so precious? Especially when I only act in a position of righteousness after shamelessly murdering my victims. How does that objective fair in the face of my lack of moral action? I'm not sure really. All I know is I'm desperate to try to twist back the hands of time. I'm trying to undo the mental knots and tear down the bricks as fast as possible. I don't want to lose him! I can't do this alone! Maybe, just like before, things might not go as planned and suddenly I've got this tiny life I'm desperately holding in my hands but-! Was this what I was meant for anyways? What had the man in Black with wild eyes said to me all those centuries ago? I can't remember but it was important. But what I do know is there is him. That special human of mine. He isn't insane. His mind is intact. I crave it so. He's got this witty charm about him and his blood tastes like small caramel chocolates that you just can't get enough of and here I am, wondering how he tastes so sweet. Everything seemed fine at first. It was the typical night. The usual lust-sated kill. The sound of blood splattering across the ground while listening to another poor victim choke on the last of their life blood. And then he was there beneath me and I stared into those vivid beautiful blue eyes of his. Except him... How could I kill something so beautiful? So captivating. I wonder how he's going to deal with this... I've stolen him away from his home. Kidnapped him even. I think I found my comfort in life. Maybe life isn't so damned after all.
Milliscentia Chantial Versoza, a Gorgeous and Innocent girl was living in a world full of love and mystery. She grew up with so much love and care by her love one. All people she loves gave her so much attention and support she really wasn't expected. She never ever chased someone's attention. Not until she found out that she's living in a world full of lies that pushed her limits to chased someone she loved.