I awoke in some strange liquid engulfing myself, oh no!
I'm drowning! Help!
Wait... I've been screaming to the high heavens for awhile now. Why haven't I drowned? I mean, I'm not displeased but to prolong my sufferings so is quite monsterous isn't it? If I'm going to die do so quickly dammit!
After squirming so much I felt a wave of tiredness come over me.
Finally...
3 months later...
"Wah", I mean "wah".
No! What I mean to say is where the hell am I!
I look around to see people smiling at me and tearing up. Some full on sobbing like total wimps.
Huh? I notice that all the people around me are albinos. They have red eyes accompanied by white hair and skin as well. Looking at those weirdos with the creepy smiles I come to realize that they had fangs! Weird albino vampire cultists!? (Not actual vampires but people obsessed with vampires)
"Marianne... her name is Marianne, the future lord of our clan...".
I look up to see a woman holding me in her arms. Come to to think of it, why are these people all so big, it couldn't be that I'm just sma-, I tried to say however I ate my words as soon as I saw my small chubby hands.
'Bitch... this is my least favorite genre.' I think to myself trying to avoid my nonsensical reality.
So these people are my family and parents? I'm sorry for my harsh words! Forgive me!
If I were to talk that way to my previous family well... I'm not sure! What was my name? I don't know that either. I try thinking about it but I can't seem to recall, the only thing I have are just knowledge without the memories and experience.
Wait, if I'm in a nonsensical situation like this, I turn to look up at the teeth of who seem to be my mother. 'Does that mean I'm a vampire?'
As if to interrupt my thoughts, a mob-no, respected family member speaks to mother in a sweet innocent tone, "Can I hold her Catherine? Please?"
'So my Mother's name is Catherine' I say in my tiny head with an ounce of care.
"Sure Lucas" Replied Mother, trying to hand me to the small child with weak looking arms. No! He'll drop me for sure!
I wriggle and writhe, trying to show my discontent anyway possible. "Wah" I start crying inadvertently. How embarrassing! but I could make use of it... hopefully.
I focus my consciousness on crying as hard as I could, to the very best of a baby's ability.
Seeing my unwillingness Lucas loses his confidence he built to be the first to ask to carry me. "I guess its a bit too early. You don't to leave mothers side do you dear, fufu." Said mother. Her laugh was so beautiful and calming, helping me forget my current situation and slip into deep sleep once more.
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