MiaSo, you want to know my story?
Feed it, feed the power. Oh… it’s so close. Remember the power. Feed on it.
I was an ordinary girl. Someone who danced, did Guides, someone who laughed. Someone who had friends, a family. Someone who had secrets. My brother always wanted what was best for me, tried to make the decisions that protected me. The last one he made didn’t help a lot. But he was only human after all.
Remember the wrath, the power.
Please, let me out. Let me feel the pain, the blood.
Let me taste flesh. Let me quench the blood lust.
I’m not human anymore. My brother would have never chosen this path if he knew what would happen to me. I haven’t been completely human for over four years, maybe longer. I am no longer the happy little girl I once was. I am no longer the small child that will be pushed around. I am no longer normal.
Please… let me kill him. Let me kill them. Let me kill them all.
I look into a mirror, and there is something slightly different each time. A new scar, different looking eyes, less or more meat on my bones. Look at me, and you see more than just a troubled teen wandering around. You will see a battle raging. A battle between two different races, who have been fighting for longer than anyone knows, while a girl fights for her sanity. You see as hate collides with pride, as demon fights to spill blood, while Dragon try’s to protect a child’s innocence.
They killed your friends. Pay them all back. I’ll help.
You heard right, Dragon, Demon… and a 16 year old kid. That’s what makes me wear the baggy clothing, makes me look away when I first make eye contact, makes me keep from getting to close to you. Makes me turn away… and run as fast as I can.
Because I can catch you when you run.
He, he, he, he, he. Trying to act human?
Trying to act normal?
Don’t make us laugh.
Beast.
My brother sold me to demons, hoping they would give me their power, hoping I would survive.
Oh, ho, ho. Don’t’ make me laugh. He sold you to pay his own debt.
Not that it helped much.
He didn’t care where you ended up, as long as he was free.
Most Demons lie. This one that I’m blooded with can’t, and it can’t twist the truth too. Only stay quiet. So I know this little tidbit is true. Great, another fact to add to this hell hole of a life. All I want is for someone to end this… no, I want to live. I want to see everyone grow up. I want to be able to take the four stooges to school, watch them grow. I want to see Shay find that special someone. I want to watch as Dean and Jo make their way down the aisle. I want to plan how Dean’s going to propose to the poor girl. I want to be able to watch as all of us graduate from school. I want to see all these thing and so much more. But…I don’t want to hurt anyone.
Please… I’m begging you now, let me free!
A demon begging, well that’s new. Back to the real subject… you needing to know the truth. I was made to be a weapon, and can really only stay sane with adrenaline rushes. I’ve tried the whole normal life thing. It’s too stressful for me. For example: I can hear your heart beating over a block away. And half of me is screaming to run and kill you.
Kill, blood, so warm. Kill them all. CUT THEM DOWN!
Don’t get me wrong. I like you… whoever you are. You’ve taken the time to let a girl vent, and that is all you needed to do. But please understand this. I will kill you without thought. If the demon takes over, I’ll be smiling when I do it. Please forgive me, and don’t think of me as a hero, because I’m not. Yes, I have defended dozens of worlds for a long time now, killed hounds that were threatening the innocent for as long as I remember. But I don’t know how long that will last.
Kill them, kill them. You can smell them, taste their blood. Help me out here. I’ll be good… I promise, as long as you let me take control. Eternal silence for one single life. Please… it can only be one. You know what will happen if I break loose, if I take total control.
It’ll be more than one.
You see, I can’t keep living with this. Everyday I grow weaker. Everyday, the girl gives up a little more. Everyday the dragon grows wearier. Everyday, the demon feeds on emotion… getting stronger.
My 'brothers' were Hunters. Demon hunters… and they said they would never let me go to far. But they never expected to actually have to face that. That’s why there are two graves with their names on it. That’s why I’m trying so hard not to listen to your heart beating.
Let me free.
There’s a gun in the drawer. Fully loaded…. Just in case.
You can do it. Let me go.
You will do it—right? You have the guts to pull the trigger. I know you do.
I’m getting stronger.
You’re going to have to do it soon.
He,he,he,he… no more resistance from you.
You can do it. Please do it. I don’t want to kill you.
Too Late.